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Che Noir & The Other Guys feat. Ransom & Skyzoo
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I'm into theirs (mm-hm)
You know, mind, body, soul (mm-hm)
And that, that something like that, that it's like so kind of unsavory
You can't even quite speak it
That's what those songs do for me, in a way
Uh, in pre-K, we was sharin' markers
Who would've thought that kid would've grew to a Kara Walker?
Paintin' pictures from these words, when I rap, you hearin' a scholar
Business meetings, link with my team to compare the offers
Dream vacations to Italy, France
Enemies glance in jealousy where misery camps
A late bloomer in this game, they wouldn't give me a chance
Now I'm a fertile seed surrounded by the industry plants, yeah
Uh, I would sleep in bed cuddlin'
My thoughts, pillow-talkin' with my dreams, no rest, strugglin'
Was bein' too risky, I was deep in stress, frontin'
Had my eggs in one basket like I'm Easter egg huntin'
My personality kept me shelved in the rear back
Guess my standoffish ways only held my career back
Smell my flowers, you can't grow these cheap
'Cause at this stage in my life
Most of the hate came from the nosebleed seats, yeah
And yet they still had the bad hoes seek geeks with a blindfold
Same view with they eyes closed, here's to lovin' your rivals, ha
Grew up on the irony, saw the irony, got close
Like sittin' on the top step lookin' up to a Tahoe
It get intense and back blocks come with a bigger fence
Harder to get up over, so don't let nobody hit a pitch
And me sittin' behind first base with all of the innocence
Got me Frank Thomas Hall of Fame like if the Nugenix hit, ha
The writer who made it connect for the connected
And the ones more comfortable by them exits
Product of my reflections
59, 50 crowns and checkin' for second place
But never them second-guessers, ha
They said to keep it richer, lullabies and liquor
In Dexter's Laboratory, makin' Henny out of Cincher
From up on the 18th floor, droppin' pennies on hitters (hitters)
And growin' up to write the soundtracks to they forgiveness
Now talk to us, for real, ha (yeah)
Whose blood is spilled when a savage eats? (Who?)
Sautรฉed snapper with roasted veggies, a lavish feast
I'm past the streets 'cause half of the time my niggas don't have the reach
I put the guns down 'cause the art of war is to master peace (let's go)
We used to cut up in church and laugh when the pastor speaks (haha)
I'm still a wolf and a wolf is made to harass the sheep (ha)
Flights to Capri, the villa blue in the master suite (ha)
A glass of Clique, the rosรฉ spillin' stains on the satin sheets (that's fizzy)
Rest in peace to all my triflin' ways
There's people that's paid to fight, but most people fight to get paid
Despite bein' brave, my bed has received a slight bit of graze (ha)
Can't add no days to your life, so just add some life to your days
I'm slightly amazed, the hood's gettin' dark, no light in this maze
You likely afraid, my ghetto hymns breathin' life into slaves
Live life in a cage? Nah (nah)
That shit'll just test my patience (patience)
Without the journey, there's no destination
That's a gem for you (yes)
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