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