[Intro: Rapsody]
Ahem, ahem
Shea butter queen, baby
Uh-huh, yeah, hmm

[Verse 1: Ché Noir]
Yeah, got a clip in my shoes, waitin'
To grip if I lose patience
I riddle on loops playin' (Uh)
The ball's in my court, I triple the hoops, racin' (Uh)
Put yourself in my shoes, you gon' trip over shoelaces
Draw comparisons, but I erased what you drew with that pencil (Yeah)
My haters was my close friends that knew my potential (Woo)
Mistakes gave me common sense, but in school, it was mental (Uh)
Never underestimate a student with info
Keep a cup in my hand like I'm itchin' 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 n***as that's slipping like loose braids
Say God come right on time, the devil making you late
I know it's a cost for my sins, but can I pay you in grace?
For my n***as, 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 (Uh)
N***as left me at my worst, tried to fuck 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 (Yeah)
Used to shop on a budget, got shoes from Payless (Uh-huh)
Attention comes at a price, went to school just to pay less
It ain't pay off (Nah)
Shit left me laid off (Yeah)
Now every time I rap, I turn this shit to a graveyard
It's Ché, n***a
[Verse 2: Rapsody]
I barehanded 'em deaf, they Brad Pitt, Legends of the Fall
I press buttons, they won't call
My name
Sing to 'em like Prince, "Call My Name"
If you feeling froggy, I'm in my lane
Vince Carter playing Kriss Kross
Lyrically, who wanna fist off? (Who want smoke?)
That go for everybody
N***a, get your head busted (For real)
Send your body back to your mama like Ricky
I make bloodbaths out of you Blood bitches
Bitch, huh, in the graveyards, I shed tears for my n***as
Pourin' liquor so much now, I walk different
The ground tipsy, leanin', my n***as drink it
It's like the world's an even, even we're throwing Eve in (Sheesh)
All I make is classic shit (Classics)
Been bar for bar with every n***a that you worshippin' (For sure)
Cole, Thought, Wayne, Soul, K.R.I.T., King Kendrick (Damn)
Them n***as all respect me
The rest of y'all timid, lil' scared lil' bitches
6DS, I'm in New York watching Martin (Yeah)
Award shows advertising, n***a, I'm not watching (Fuck that shit)
'Cause I don't see the culture that they proclaim to be supporting (Where it's at?)
Harmony is lacking
Waitin' for talent to fall back in
N***as actin' XL
When n***as haven't excelled
That shit weirdo
Huh, Robert de Niro
In a taxi, the ending depending on my compassion
'Cause right now, my mind on blasting
Bitches