Cruise Control

[Intro: Che Noir] Yeah I want to welcome y'all to After 12 Volume 1 Oh, we gonna have some fun on this shit right here Best believe that [Verse 1: Che Noir] Look I've been fucking up the game but it feels like a wet dream Cause it don't feel real 'cause niggas is still in the bed asleep But I let them sleep 'cause underneath sheets is where death breed And opinions from a hater could never affect me I don't repeat mistakes that I been through before, naw And I don't date niggas off potential no more I once held a nigga down when he was broke Held his secrets now the tables turned Now I'm down and need help and that nigga cheated, fuck him His new bitch think I'm still attached but I leveled up That nigga still at the same level that I left him at Just from your fit I can tell you're whack I took the throne, only way you'll get the crown is if I sell it back Business with my team, fuck being rich I just want them all not to have to depend on me to eat And hope that God let us feel the benefits to reap And when we fall stay strong and finish on our feet [Chorus: The Musalini] Take a ride through the city I still got to get mines Interstate on that I9 Took a risk now we all live Bounce back in no time Front row with a few dimes Alley-oop off the backboardd Ayy yo, Che, yeah, it's show time [Verse 2: Che Noir] I'm the best with skills, my quest to kill Daily shootouts, my hood is like a western film On a race for the finish line I sweat up hills I could take a nap and bitches wouldn't catch up still Look, niggas would hate me if I say what I'm thinking I bit my tongue so much it's hard to taste what I'm eating I got a couple label offers but them labels be leeching I tell them I'll check my schedule then show up late to their meeting Just to feed me and my, Imma find a reason why Come with a [?] disguise, get a gun sneak behind Bitch give me the pies or your momma gonna watch you bleed and die Sweeper hide your dead body, gon' take cops a week to find Pain I had to keep inside, got no time to weep and cry Cause I gotta feed a tribe of kids aged three to nine Being broke just gave me nightmares so I'm sleep-deprived Did it with no hand outs, I just put the streets behind Nigga [Chorus: The Musalini] Take a ride through the city I still got to get mines Interstate on that I9 Took a risk now we all live Bounce back in no time Front row with a few dimes Alley-oop off the backboardd Ayy yo, Che, yeah, it's show time