[Intro: Planet Asia]
Fuck your gang, man
It's Medalliano
Trust shit
Che, what's good?
Check this shit out
Yo
[Verse 1: Planet Asia & Che Noir]
Hittin' licks, testin' my gangster, military green
Special ops, all for the paper, everything extreme
Who the fuck you think that you talkin' to?
I'll put a hole in you big enough the size of a midget can walk into
Don't get me twisted with conscious niggas
Any disrespect from any one of these rap cats, I'm stompin' niggas
Straight up, these rappers is bred phony
Quick to put shit on they moms, talkin' 'bout, "I put that on dead homies"
I'm not for the fuckery
Luckily, I been on some international smashin' for cash, buildin' my company
Che Noir, this what we playin' for
Generational wеalth, bombin' on these squares and layin' laws
Thе god been the shit since the '80s
Bustin' nuts travelin', now I'm a grown man, it's all about the babies
This is anti-struggle rap
Wintertime grindin', peep the lumberjack (Yeah)
Carhartt flannels, we servin' thunder packs
[Verse 2: Che Noir]
Young and Black, twist his head off, his shoulders done spun it back
Che Noir the best rapper breathin', nigga, that's just a fact
I was still in Heaven with God when I said, "I wanna rap"
Wasn't conceived yet, my pops was still watchin' ThunderCats
Every winter, I bring the summer back
Conspicuous spending gave my funds a flat
Grind hard, then run it back
Trade your soul for money, so now you feeling trapped
Enough niggas sellin' they souls that they could build an app
Most snakes ain't visible 'cause they learn to hide
The truth hurt more, so I had no urge to find
Never had a handout, had to earn every dime
I let my actions speak for me, got the words of a mime
Food for thought, never servin' swine
Healthy eater, so my cabinets filled with herbs and spice
Look, mama told me once, but I heard it twice
Thinkin' people gon' have your back gon' only hurt your spine
[Outro]
Facts
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