[Verse 1: Che'Noir]Look, I'm on a hunt tryin' to catch a connectI'm the truth, and y'all bitches more like Jussie SmollettI'm addicted to hood niggas 'cause they sex me the bestI ain't heard a single rapper that can step to me yetMy appetite is destruction, bitch, you a piece of cakeIt's hard to draw our comparison to these rappers, so I leave it blankI got hustle in my DNAThe first woman in my family who ain't tryin' to be a CNAHuh, these war stories turned me to a casualtyI'm stackin' green, turn my rap verses to a salaryThey mad at me, I'm the first to come and the last to leaveMy eyes red, they thought I was high but it's from lack of sleepI'm sittin' comfy in a master suiteWith a butler by my bed that give me anything I ask or needThis come from hard work, I had to eatAnd had to bleed, bitch, that's how you turn a pleasant to a majestyI cruise the city while I listen to PacThug life, with a .45 that sit on my crotchAnd I'm the new kid on the blockIn high school I used to dub 'emNow I want him 'cause his bitch is a oppEarly mornings, long nights, with no time to relaxY'all niggas really think somebody writin' my rapsOnly my life can influence my lyricsBut oh I get it, it's easier to assumeWhen it's some shit that y'all ain't used to hearin'I made a vow to never lay down or settle'Cause a bored mind is just a playground for the devilHard times made my mother break down, it was stressfulThem crackers ain't make it easy if ya face brown or yellowBig momma in the kitchen how I'm cookin' hitsAnd when they taste my food for thoughtThey say "damn, you put your foot in this"Hard times I never could forget'Cause when it rain it pourBut I never drowned, I just took a sip, uhh[Verse 2: Termanology]Late nights, made trouble on the stripWord to the air bubbles in my kicks, I'm richMade hunnids off the piff while my cousin's doin' sticksExtended clips'll bang ya shitLVs on the fit, 12 Vs with the kit (yeah)Five fifty like it's ten to six (yeah)I pen my hits with endless wit (yeah)She bend, I hit, we bent and lit (yeah)Fucked in the back of the Jeep, that was a quickie thoughShorty told me she wouldn't cheat, but we can kick it thoughEnded up deep in sheets under the mistletoeLookin' like she just hopped off of the ellipticalSee this liquor I'ma sip it slowAm I gon' tip her? NoNormally I would but she a bitch, and so (fuck it)Now I'm back on my missionWrappin' packs in the kitchen, writin' raps for a livin'Uhh, 'ology, y'all mumble, we rumbleEven the small gun got a little black tunnel.38 Special, baby, that's my favorite brandMaybe that's 'cause it never jam, BANG...
