Threat

[Intro: Che Noir] Yeah Bars on bars on bars nigga Here with that real shit man I told y'all niggas stop sleeping Look Listen Get 'em [Verse 2: Che Noir] Uh These bitches mad that I'm finally finding a blessing They mapped it out but I went another direction Savage in our blood my bro was tucking a weapon He coming to aim a biscuit at your stomach for breakfast This thang in my panties never come for love and affection On these roads to riches we just wanted direction Y'all bitches should quit rap That's just a suggestion Don't be mad but that shit you dropped I wasn't impressed with In my city I'm considered a god Probably could have had my spot if you bitches would have been on your job Gangbanging, trying to grow up in my city was hard They throwing flags like a ref throwing penalty cards I got your man tucked in my sheets bumping and grinding If a bitch say she coming for me, wouldn't advise it My shit bump in the streets, I'm just one of the finest You at home sucking your teeth cause you wasn't invited Only time they want to give a nigga praise is in a eulogy I heard it all so the shit you say is nothing near to me They see I'm winning so them lames tried to ruin me It always be the ones that had the same opportunities (Always) But never took advantage, this talent couldn't be handed Crafted looking for chances, you faggots took it for granted When it comes to this rapping I took the crown I'll be the same 'til my casket is put in the ground Look We wasn't raised to give in or raised to fail My middle finger like one of my kids, I raise it well Niggas more attracted to crime, it pays well But it's truly when that money get funny like Dave Chappell My niggas aim and swell, they paid as well You can't prevail You fuck niggas lame as hell (Lame ass niggas) When my pops got locked I prayed for bail Flow is heaven sent but I'm raising hell (OK) I can claim I'm the best, often they fear from being broke To getting bread taught us to chill She talking tough and then my men start interfering And put the press on you like a red carpet appearance All these bitches sounding the same, it's time to change it up If they ain't got a reason to hate, they'll try to make it up (Always) You got a drive but you in a different lane as us I coat check these rappers, it's time to hang it up Mob with the team Proudly defeat all these bitch niggas that be trying to compete I sit up on the throne, put the crown up on me Now these bitches can't return like they lost the receipt Ride through the street with this Nas on repeat Nine on the seat got my mind on defeat Sat up on the throne had to climb up the seat Tell me how it feel looking in the eyes of a beast Yeah [Verse 2: Mack] I see you Che Mack The Thrill of the Hunt Listen Truth be told I was done rapping Until these new niggas showed, look what the fuck happened We only bump classics And they claiming these lames but back to back crashing When they all sound the same it's like a whack accent Y'all just giving me reason to get deeper Still breathing, sharks in water we been feasting Nike sweats cold still it's like ether Night sweats, cold chills its like fever I came close to giving in Them thoughts is real, my stomach was empty my heart was shivering I can't remain silent when all I'm used to is this pain and violence Stay woke can I paint these eyelets Until these poetic thoughts have me chilling on Jamaican islands Che kill it I'm just paying homage Man, life gets tougher by the year I swear And if niggas is looking for me tell them here I am When the lights dim I'm never worried But rather assertive cause nine times out of ten they want to get you murdered Not claiming to be that one or even one you heard of But if you put two together might be the one that serve you And momma say this rap shit ain't paying the bills And just because you clap it ain't making you real I got some homies upstate that ain't making no bail And got some homies in the dirt Shit gives me the chills, chill Flow dope get a whiff of this The way I move in the streets they swear I'm flipping bricks They way I murder these beats they sweat it's Quintin shit I heard word on the streets niggas is whispering (Stop it) I was 20 on 22s Le Perle tires Felt the envy in the streets when I rolled by They like look at that nigga he fuck with money tie (Money) I'm like look at me nigga no tints on my ride And bet I ride 'til the wheels blow Stuck to this paper like a meal post, fuck I need a deal for And I know I got an ill flow, I'm sick But I'm sick of seeing rappers who ain't ill blow Been in the streets but I never took that road And if it's beef we never took that home That's like a freak bitch