Che Noir Black Girl
(Intro: Sample, Rapsody, & Ché Noir)
Black pearl
Precious little girl
(Shea butter queen, baby)
Let me put you up (uh huh, yeah) where you belong
(Hm)
But listen…
(Verse I: Ché Noir)
Yeah
Got a clip in my shoes
Waiting to grip if I lose patience
I riddled on loops playing
The balls in my court
I triple the hoops, racing
Put yourself in my shoes
You gon trip over shoelaces
Draw comparisons, but I erased what you drew with that pencil
My haters was my close friends that knew my potential
Mistakes gave me common sense, but in school it was mental
Never underestimate a student with info
Keep a cup in my hand like I'm itching for loose change
My life is an open book, every sentence, true pain
From a hood where the kids got Avengers like Crusades
Keep hair triggers for niggas that slipping like loose braids
Say God come right on time, the devil making you late
I know it's a cost for my sin's but can I pay you in grace?
For my niggas, I ride for you, if you say you my ace
So that means I love who you love, but also hate who you hate
(Come on)
Either live to be rich or you die when you poor
Niggas left me at my worst, tried to f..ck up my vision
Cause love is blind in the eye of the storm
I went to war by myself and I'ma fight til I'm sore
Used to shop on a budget
Got shoes from Payless
Attention comes at a price
Went to school just to pay less
It ain't payoff
This shit left me laid off
Now every time I rap, I turn this shit to a graveyard
Ché, nigga
(Verse II: Rapsody)
I barehanded em deaf
They Brad Pitt
Legends of the fall
I press buttons, they won't call my name
Sang to em like Prince
Call my name if you feeling froggy
I'm in my lane, Vince Carter playing Kriss Kross
Lyrically, who want fist off?
That goes for everybody
Nigga, get your head busted
Send yo body back to yo momma like Ricky
I make blood baths
How do you blood bitches
Bitch, huh?
In a graveyard, I shed tears for my niggas
Pourin liquor so much now I walk different
The ground tipsy, leanin
My niggas drinking
It's like the world's an even even
We're throwing Eve in
(Sheesh)
All I make is classic shit
Been bar for bar with every nigga that you worshipin
Cole, Thought, Wayne, Soul, K.R.I.T., King Kendrick
Them niggas all respect me
The rest of y'all timid, lil scared lil bitches
6DS, I'm in New York watching “Martin”
Award Shows advertising, nigga I'm not watching
Cause I don't see the culture that they proclaim to be supporting
Harmony is lacking, wait for talent to fall back in
Niggas acting XL when niggas haven't excelled
That shit weirdo, huh?
Robert de Niro in a taxi
The ending depending on my compassion
Cause right now, my minds on blasting bitches
