[Intro: Che Noir]
Uh, I had to turn it up, so—
So, I could hear myself
Uh, yeah
[Verse 1: Che Noir]
Everyday I'm searchin' to spot the zen
Not for trends, spend all my mornings sippin' Moroccan mint
Nightlife, it's weekends at jazz club with vodka sips
Plot for 'ends, start my investment returns at five-percent
My goal is ten, I'm just a queen from the hood
The wisdom I gained from life, I couldn't read from a book
Never break, I'm ten-toes on my feet where I stood
Makin' plays while jump roping over strings that I pull, yeah
Uh, spoken word poetry in chill spots
My raps inspired by the Floetry's and Jill Scott's
Cocoa leaves and pills pop
Vocal leads and skills rock
Barber business pay our total fees and bills cost
Studied anthropology on top of College Hill
Switched my major when I thought that I could lock a deal
Made a lot of money, but, I'm livin' modest still
Sold so many dreams, I'm autographin' dollar bills
Hard to reach your goals when the plan's missin', I had an advanced vision
That fake shit ain't my type, I'm more hand-written
Sophisticated rappin' in my verses
If they wrote a book about my body language, it'd be in cursive, n****
My food for thought's an acquired taste, come grab a plate
Recipe as good as a grandmother that passed away
Advice from elders I was asked to take
But, I take it with a grain of salt, that's how I got my fashion taste
Laws and corruption causin' disruption, daughters in public
Attention that I drew, paint the art of seduction
Crawlin' but stumblin', walkin' with crutches
Brought up with strugglin', had to take a bath puttin' water in buckets
I never told a rap lie
I don't hang with bitches who get they personality from zodiac signs
This life shit was gettin' rough, I never folded, ask why
I was focused on teachin' wisdom trying to grow the Black lives, n****
[Verse 2: Jae Skeese]
Here I go again, I'm stylin' on 'em, I tried to told 'em
You bring me blank canvases, I'm going Jackson Pollock on 'em
A n**** done dealt with pain that's incurable with hydrocodones and them ibuprofens
Curse is generational
But, I'm finna leave them cycles broken like the chain that's on your GT Dyno, popped
I'm in the game, I'm makin' moves, but, you won't see me live on Fox
I ball like Clyde the Glide and Dr. J
Pockets filled with presidential notes and documents just like a dossier
I let off verses proper like the choppers while they oscillate
War ain't gettin' waged at a minimum like it's modest pay
This is passion like Cristal and Alizé
These n***** crazy if they felt like they could play me like
I wasn't capable of livin' a shady life
But, I'd rather ride in something made in the '80s
With a lady rockin' some wavy Nikes
She told me it's funny, you dress clean, but, got ambitions of gettin' filthy rich
It's rare, but, real ones, we still exist
Just be mindful who you buildin' with
'Cause towers fall with brittle foundations
We celebrate our wins, and we ain't livin' down Nathan
Good things come to those who wait, I'm still around, patient
I've been livin' with this sickness, they infected with mild cases
Outrageous, these simpletons ain't never seen a symptom
Some steps you gotta take and n***** can't cheat and skip some
If you my dawg then we can eat, ain't got a leash to get none
I live and breathe this life, that's why I gotta preach the wisdom
[Outro: Jae Skeese]
And it's like that
