Fall Of Rome - Che Noir

Uh…

Right?

Look.

Fuck slaving for a low wage

I’d rather blow my brains, I need another way to get my dope straight

A drug dealer was my soul mate

Road to riches, flippin' birds, I always knew he had road rage

I don’t care if these hoes hate

The day I let you bitches get to me, Satan goin' feel a cold day

I gotta give God the most praise

And my nigga do too, I won’t date a nigga who don’t pray

Only broke bitches throw shade

I’m a snake charmer, use the money as a flute to expose snakes

My killers on you tryna locate

I they ain’t wearing baggy clothes, just turtlenecks and gold chains

All my murders is a cold case

All my niggas making moves is like a episode of Soul Train

I treat the music like the dope game

Pharmacy to fiends, before they get it?

They gotta pay me the co-pays

I’ma give them the old shade

Before a bitch cross me, she better look both ways

Wasn’t overnight, I got it at a slow pace

I just got on every single beat and I told pain

Did it ten toes, that’s two feet on the ground

My food for thought is like a cooked meal from deep in the south

The living room was like a bedroom, had to sleep on the couch

Opportunities knocking, I give it keys to the house

All I needed was a solid plug, huh, so I gotta keep a cord

Ain’t no friendly competition nigga, all I see is war

The Caesar of this rap shit, I gotta keep a sword

Got your favorite rapper blood, on this coliseum floors (huh)

God first, and I believe in a cross

Most niggas’ll have it all, but let greed be their fall

Took a shopping spree, I’ve paid the cost to bein' a boss

Check the bag, and talk was the cheapest thing that I bought, nigga