Cherele Raised By Wolves (feat. Ellz)
[Verse 1: Cherele]
I'm something like a Cult Classic (tragic)
And my brain is a tab of acid (map it)
I've been reading all my books backwards (grasp it)
How you finish is what even matters (mastered)
I ain't never been good at passive (pass it)
End up preaching to my own pastor (bastard)
Generation full of lost addicts (static)
Bet I leave my mark like it's tatted (add it)
I'm a 70s psychedelic
Burning all my f..cking relics
Triple 7, still angelic
Story's only as real as who tells it
So tell me what's your source like?
What's remorse like?
I ain't felt that way in a fortnight
Comin' out forthright, I don't think more twice
Really they're more hype, me? I'm the north light
[Hook: Cherele]
Controlled by the moon
Attracted to the dark
I was raised by wolves, should have known from the start
(Repeat 1x)
Killer... Killer.. Killer..Instincts
(Repeat 3x)
[Verse 2: Ellz]
Fuck you I'm in the middle of a rumble
In the concrete jungle with police around my bundle
Taught me when you get the money my nigga you gotta stay humble
Rolling weed with no tint up my nigga don't fumble
On exposure load up know killers on coca like cola
That roll up that Har in a roller
And smoke the whole ‘gar till it's over my nigga
We caught us a body the other night
Flooded the lobby 100 strikes
Gave him that shit they let Kendrick hit
Right to his ab and his dome just the other night
On chilled wet paint that's how I feel
I smoke the weed the doc want me pilled
On these Xanax bars I seen candy cars
In these panic scars I seen polaroids
Of me flashing bars drop t-top
Brandishing pistols out a notch back missile on the highway
Whether hell or heaven, I'll wait
Got the pedal on the devil on my way to the Empire State
But I'm smoking on my Cialate
Till it's blood out the duct and my pupils never dilate
So we all getting on and we gang on the trains of the yawn
Not a nigga that can that can find a way
[Verse 3: Cherele]
And I sit sideways on thrones
SAMO Southern Sounds like Jean in So-Ho
Still see my destination, I was told to drive slow
Area's 54, mindstate's on go
Need a suitcase, and a hoo-ray
This is dooms day, tote-tools-day
Make you lose faith
Tragedies happen in two states
Wrote your fate down on this loose-leaf
Kept it straight up and you're still talking loosely?
[Bridge]
Fuck you
70's psychadelic
Smoking on the Caliate
Smoking on the Caliate
[Hook]
