Moroccan Mint

[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