[Che Noir]
Uh, turn me up
Turn it up a little bit in the headphones
Uh huh
It’s just so soulful, damn
Yeah, uh yo

I been through hell had a angel throwing me ice
A free thinker but a rich man sold you advice
Heard it cost to be a boss
Well I tell them show me the price
You can always tell what’s real when exposed to the light
Ain’t no peace, I got my feet planted firm
Lived in the south for two years, came back was speaking with slurs
Learned to forgive, I understood you only teach what you’ve learned
I ridе these streets windows down playing Peachеs and Herb
I sing every word
Spend the evening with a radio for hours I thought of
How the industry is weak, I’ve come to scour the slaughter
Crooked system we survived that trade power for dollars
Kill our kids then feed us meat made out of powder and water
Ain’t no well wishes, send my haters to hell twitchin’
Hit the gym twice or a week off days I eat kale dishes
Tour money paying bills, so I’m booked 'til I scale riches
Invested in a shop just in case I don’t sell tickets
Embraced loses cause it’s shit that you gotta learn
The top ain’t for everyone, only a few got a turn
You gotta show ‘em by your actions, gotta prove by your words
Got my foot in the door by knocking down the do not disturb
Uh, yeah
I got a twisted way how I deal with n***as
Dismember bodies from soul that’s like a skill to n***as
Ain’t drop my album yet made some rappers get scared and give up
So knowing they wanna die is better than killing n***as
That's facts
[Ransom]
They say pray to better your needs
Or maybe I needed more, me and lord we never agreed
Devoured your food for thought, which I never believed
I flaunted cash on the gram and put all that bread on my feed
It’s hard to shed that disease
They say Ran’s cold, well I’m dropping several degrees
Stay on your damn toes they’ll drop a rebel to knees
From kings who rose up to n***as peddling weed
Can’t stop to smell flowers when you can’t settle your seeds
You doin' dirt, can’t tell the devil to leave
And since birth you been on schedule to bleed
Like menstrual cycles
Defenseless idols, it’s sad I know men just like you
But still you judge and here I stand to defend your honor
See men we gotta, stand taller than Wembanyama
Pretend manaña
Pardon my Spanish, it’s kinda off
It’s either Michael Corleone on or die as a Hymen Roth
The money here can’t buy the time that’s been lost
So I travel desolate roads to find this vesseling soul
While I’m a diamond in force I still wrestle to grow
Sunday mornings, damn church, mom had to dress us to go
Face shining, neck white from baby powder, I hated showers
Grew up and sold our babies powder, .380 showers
Pop dukes, he used to make me cower
It made me sour
Always came home at a crazy hour
Or maybe our, life was normal and I wasn’t
Cold as Saint, I was haunted by Ghosts that gave me Power
Is this finished, you shit then you sit in it
Why give that person the world, you ain’t able to live in it
Duffel