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Peaches and Herb
Ransom Che Noir
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Uh, turn me up
Turn it up a little bit in the headphones
Uh-huh
This shit so soulful, damn
Yeah, uh, yo
I been through Hell, had a angel throwin' me ice
A free thinker, but a rich man sold you advice
Heard it cost to be a boss, well I tell 'em, "Show me the price"
You can always tell what's real when exposed to the light
Ain't no peace, I got my feet planted firm
Lived in the South for two years, came back, was speakin' with slurs
Learn to forgive, I only stood, you only teach what you learn
I ride these streets, windows down
Playin' Peaches and Herb, I sing every word
Spent the evening with the radio, for hours I thought of
How the industry is weak, I come to scour the slaughter
Crooked system, we survived, they trade power for dollars
Kill our kids and feed us meat made out of powder and water
Ain't no well-wishers, send my haters to Hell, twitchin'
Hit the gym twice a week, off days I eat kale dishes
Tour money payin' bills so I'm booked 'til I scale riches
Invested in a shop just in case I don't sell tickets
Embrace losses 'cause it's shit that you gotta learn
The top ain't for everyone, only a few got a turn
You gotta show 'em by your actions, gotta prove by your words
Got my foot in the door by knockin' down the "Do Not Disturb"
Uh, yeah, I got a twisted way how I deal with niggas
Dismember bodies from soul, that's like a skill to niggas
Ain't drop my album yet, made some rappers get scared and give up
So knowing they wanna die is better than killin' niggas, that's facts
Yeah, they say pray to better your needs or maybe I need it more
Me and Lord, we never agreed
Devoured your food for thought, which I never believed
I flaunted cash on the 'Gram and put all that bread on my feed
It's hard to shed that disease
They say Ran's cold while I'm droppin' several degrees
Stay on your damn toes, they'll drop a rebel to knees
From kings who rose up to niggas peddlin' weed
Can't stop to smell flowers when you can't settle your seeds
You doin' dirt, can't tell the devil to leave
And since birth you been on schedule to bleed
Like menstrual cycles, defenseless idols
It's sad, I know men just like you
But still you judge and here I stand to defend your honor
See, men, we gotta stand taller than Wembanyama
Pretend mañana, pardon my Spanish, it's kinda off
It's either Michael Corleone or die as a Hyman Roth
The money here can't buy the time that's been lost
So I travel desolate roads to find this vessel of soul
While I'm a dominant force, I still wrestle to grow
Sunday mornings, damn church, Mom had to dress us to go
Face shinin', neck white from baby powder, I hated showers
Grew up and sold our baby's powder, .380 showers
Pop dukes, he used to make me cower, it made me sour
Always came home at a crazy hour or maybe our
Life was normal and I wasn't called a saint
I was haunted by ghosts that gave me power
Is this finished? You shit then you sit in it
Why give that person a world you ain't able to live in? Duffel