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Blood Is Thicker
03:34
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Blood is thicker
Verse 1
They call me the ghetto, the hood the jects the trenches the slums
I created fatherless homes with menace and thugs
My Stray bullets that took life from kids while they young
A white mans world So I never get visits from trump
Street corners with liquor stores drugs and 3 cops
That’s Where Niggas Getting wet up Call that my g spot
Cus triggers is my clit I Bust when Gats is spraying
With they Trigger fingers cus that’s how I get masturbated
I may be the reason that ya Seed deceased
I birthed Kings and queens
Gangstas Feins and thieves
Most of my Buildings either vacant or drug spots
You dream to make it out but then you Wake up to gun shots
I know you considered me ya home ya family for life
But i betrayed you left you scarred and Damaged for life
I took ya childhood from you, and murdered ya friends
If blood thicker then water you better learn how to swim
Verse 2
I’m from dangerous hood we Pray to God it left us mortified
Start the day at 8 a clock they take a tour and drive
Young niggas take a glock and point it toward ya eye
Wet it up Make ya block turn to a Water ride
Get a job or hit the block get you from poor to rich
Witness momma gettin high she like to Snort or sniff
Big brother in the streets He flippin Quarter bricks
Lil sis inside the club she Makin Porno flicks
Hard to witness this shit
Fathers missin and shit
Close ya eyes when I speak it’s like watchin a flick when I spit
To make it out is a journey take a while to embrace
But it’s a celebration once you Make it out of this place
Then Survivals guilt, hardest pill to swallow
Make it out the hood and then you thought yo peers would follow
You was like my family now I gotta burn up my bridge
Blood thicker then water but that’s why I learned how to swim
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"A grain of sand in a king's hand can grow into a castle" - Black Thought
Verse
[Verse 1: Ché Noir]
Raisin' Hell but the shit that I'm rhymin' was Heaven-sent
Went broke and bounced back, I been grindin' out ever since
Wise and intelligent, I could rob a village while it sleep
Even if I was blind with a elephant
Crime was like medicine, I watched niggas face a dub with a racist judge
And still gave 'em time with no evidence
Gotta admit that lifestyle is what fed the kids
Sorry for them missed calls and kites that I never sent
Too much on my plate, you might choke if you try it
Bit off more than I can chew so now my goal is to diet
Resort to my aggression, I had to grow up in violence
Money talks, could turn your life into a moment of silence
I control and decide it, keep your focus on grindin'
A long road to redemption that I drove with no license
It's a jungle that's controlled by the sirens
But the hunter gon' be the hero until the story's told by the lion
To influence, dozens grew from strugglin', all we knew was hustlin'
Fiends missin' teeth, always lookin' like they chewin' somethin'
I been stressed out lately, I got a bad temp' with people
And the bad mood just turn into a happy trigger finger
I took risks to get paid, my name shifted this game
Be the head and not the tail, momma stitched in my brain
But do it twice, it's better, 'cause you got the skin of a slave
[Chorus: Ché Noir]
Down to my last, it's hard to smile, even laugh
But it's, it's hard to give up
'Cause we came up from the struggle, baby, all we know is hustle
That's why, it's hard to give up
I spent years in the dream, sweat and tears in the dream
But it's, it's hard to give up
So I gotta try climbin' 'cause I'd rather die tryin'
'Cause it's, it's hard to give up
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Money Orientated
03:37
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Money orientated
(Verse 1)
Paper chase the money
But never pray for money
Only pray for wisdom
Cus nobody can take that from me
You can always tell the niggas who ain’t use to makin money
Cus them niggas annoyin when they finally start makin money
Y’all takin pictures of stacks that’s what you want me to see?
I Could count yo stack through this pic that ain’t no money to me
To make a 100 legally that was my first big plan
I quit my job that next week I made my First 10 bands
A crew of niggas who use triggers just to stop the bullshit
You gone need God to save ya life cus the doctors couldn’t
That tough shit don’t mean nothin when they cock and pull it
Toughest nigga in the world still couldn’t box a bullet
I got family that’s behind walls and they caged down
Went in a Christian now it’s allah when they pray now
That’s when I learned that jail and death is where this money don’t matter
Can’t buy my way into heaven when he judgin me after
(Verse 2)
You said In God we trust but I seen Gods people sell they soul for you
Good girls turn into strippers on poles for you
You a poor mans dream but they Tie you to evil
That’s what Christ told disciples in the Bible they teach you
He tried to give Advice to his people
Compared a rich man to a camel Through the Eye of a needle
You only live once but if you live it right it’s a sequel
I feel trapped but this money make my life feel like freedom
You put all the clothes on my back with designer labels
5 star meals sittin on my plate you helped me buy the table
You feel like heaven on earth
It’s hard to leave you but I got too cus my father gone expect me in church
Granny said you Can’t grow money on Trees from the earth
But if you could then that explains why eve bit it first
That’s when I learned that jail and death is where money don’t matter
I Can’t buy my way into heaven when he come for the rapture
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12 Hours
04:23
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12 hours
(Verse 1)
Call up my girls I’m tryna get cute let’s go and paint the town
Let’s meet up at my place around 12 still gotta take a shower
Its gone take a hour to do my hair and to do make up
Imma find a outfit to wear by the time I Hang up
Click
Oh shit
We need a bottle we can Sip of course
I text her like on ya way here Swing by the liquor store
I need about 3 ciroc shooters, know what Get us four
Just ring the doorbell Soon as you hit the Porch
I Text my man I’m going out come and meet us with ya guys
Message open countin dots I seen 3 and he replied
Damn I really wish that I could but I gotta work late
But take some extra cash out the safe to put in ya purse bae
Okay
I’m texting back I hope I see you later
Sent. Now I’m in the shower singin Ballads of Anita Baker
Hour later dressed lookin fine as a bitch
Knock at the door my girl Lisa like it’s time to get lit
(Verse 2)
Models and Gs
Weed smoke Bottles and drinks
Couple niggas from the town tryna Holla at me
But I’m taken but I still made him Buy me a drink
Lisa tapped me like I gotta go pee
Watch my purse for a minute I sip my drink By the bar as I waited
Purse in my lap felt her phone vibrating
pulled it out but my intentions was on turnin it off
But that’s until I seen the number that called
This my nigga number lit up on her phone
What?
I mean I gave him her number but that’s only if I ain’t pickin up my phone
I checked my phone but I don’t see no missed calls, I looked shocked in the face
Tryna figure out why he callin so late
I read his text “keep this a secret do not say a word”
“Come by tomorrow but we gotta do it while she at work”
Oh shit she walkin back I threw her phone in her purse
If they creepin then somebody gone be bleedin with no soul in a hearse
Fuck
(Verse 3)
Left the club she dropped me off at like 3 in the morn
Walkin in circles still shocked I can’t believe what I saw
Called in to work like imma need the day off
soon as I hung up I raced
Right to my room to grab his gun out the safe
I gotta angel on my shoulder sayin Ché you ain’t no killer
But the other shoulder tellin me to take out that nigga
Matter fact just kill em both to calm my nerves I took some shots of the henny
Looked in the mirror seen the monsta that’s in me
Fuck it
The sun is up I’m in the car speedin
To Lisa house I took a left then took a right to catch this broad schemin
Creeped on the side then I Kicked in the house
Wavin the gun I seen both of them Sittin on the couch
I read the text that you sent her nigga thought you was slick
Lisa I called you my friend fuck that I Called you my sis
He raised his hand “bae it’s not what you think”
I asked Lisa to come with me just so she can help buy you a ring
I found the ring and I was tryna get ya best friend advice
Baby I’m tryna spend the rest of my life
With you I must’ve been squeezin too tight I heard a shot, Body dropped to the ground and he bleedin
Lisa panicked ran up Out of there screamin
Dropped to my knees like I ain’t mean to kill em
Now I’m searchin his body for evidence To confirm if she was Sleepin with em
Damn I don’t Think he was lyin
To my surprise I found a ring in his pocket
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Hold it down
Verse 1 Ché noir
Buffalo queen with a lions heart
Was taught either grind or starve
Come from a city where niggas poor and no crime get solved
My team treat me Like the boss
Weight of the world on my shoulders it made me sore
But success was the tiger balm
Claim what’s yours and weather the storm inside the fog
We was born poor couldn’t afford to drive a car
I was like four inside the church singin Choir songs
Now I sell out tours from upstate to the China wall
Get drunk to mask the pain before I reached a legal age
Auntie paid her rent from hittin licks off a Bingo games
Homie took a bullet to the head he was DOA
Never thought my destiny or purpose would Be on stage
Teacher for the youth
This generation is Controlled by computers
No proper guidance for the kids so my Goal was to school em
Cus What’s the point of giving guns if they don’t know how to shoot em
And what’s the point of giving jewels if they don’t know how to use em
Hook
Free my niggas locked imma hold it down
Single mothers on they grind tryna get a dream
All my niggas treat me like the boss
Cus they if something happen to my niggas imma hold it down
R.i.p my niggas on the other side
Love is blind till you look into a Mother eyes
Trust is the meaning of a boss
So they if something happen to my niggas Imma you hold it down
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Daddy's Girl
03:29
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Daddy’s girl
Verse 1
The older I get the more I find it harder to date
Cus I deal with men and make em suffer from my fathers mistakes
It’s hard to explain
The pain that it caused at my age
Knowing yo pops ain’t comin home and watch yo momma go slave
For minimum wage
Back when I was still playin barbies
Wheels on the concrete
lil sis was Still in a car seat
In the hood east side I was still watching Barney
Raisin kids by ya self payin Bills get exhausting
Peep game
started as a single momma as a teen
That's my mother Fast forward with four that daughters that she feed
Im runnin wild a black girl lost up in these sheets
tried her best but it's some things only a father suppose to teach
Where was you at
when niggas broke my heart thats when I need advice
Instead I look for love thinking that would be suffice
To the pain of not having my father teach me right
He broke my heart that was way before I learned to read and write
Hook
Daddy’s girl x7
Verse 2
black complexion
Bad and reckless in my adolescence
Cus I was young the first time I seen my Dad arrested
That type of shit had Momma Mad and stressin
Cus it’s hard to the tell the truth when you hear yo seed Askin questions
Like where my daddy at? Why he never home with us
It’s times I waited on my pops, I knew he wasn’t showin up
Too young to comprehend it at that time but now I’m old enough
To understand the damage from his absent presence growin up
As a kid I was Callin to talk to you
You waited till I was grown now it’s awkward to talk to you
You blamed it on ya bids and ya time inside
I wrote you letters, first time I learned to fly a kite
A quiet kid
With a Tyson fist
You was facing life and bids
I was wearing Diapers then
Back when granny took us all to church teaching christ and sin
Truth be told you’ll never make up for all that time you missed
Life’s a bitch
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Worth Gold
03:24
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Worth gold
Verse 1
Since a innocent teen
My environments Freddy Kruger tryna live out my dreams
It’s a horror scene It’s hard Tryna get us to sleep
But with short sleeves they couldn’t see the tricks up my sleeves
I had a list of goals I’m tryna figure which plan’ll work
Depends on ya thirst
You go to school strip scam or work
What’s a flood to a fish
What’s a gun to a fist
I keep a blade that I use just to cut the tongue of a snitch
We take life for granted it take pain sometimes to cherish that
We trade the hood for neighborhoods where the whites stare at blacks
Come from searching in trap houses to find ya parents at
Enough coke lines on the table to write a paragraph
Never talk to snakes that’s what I learned from my idols
But I learned from my rivals to earn work for title
They tell us sky is the limit Stay on earth for survival
But that’s why I’m moonwalking cus I learned that from Michael
Hook
Peep the writings that I wrote
Worth diamonds and the gold that’s right
From a city full of thieves turn pennies into Gs that’s right
Verse 2
I was a innocent teen
Knew the difference between
Expensive and cheap
Paid my dues but I wish it was free
They gave me crumbs I made a meal so my niggas can eat
Never settle for gettin fed make a position to feed
Let’s light a match
And see how long would the fire last
When they expose ya skeletons to the room like a science class
From where these niggas either shoot dope or they high off crack
And feins arms lookin like nascar tire tracks
I plan on dying rich when I was born We was broke
To take a bath we used the sink water to poor in a bowl
And heat it in the microwave or you can warm on a stove
But ain’t no heat so gotta wash up before the water get cold
This fame shit I wasn’t impressed
I fell in love with the checks
And that feeling you get right before you cummin from sex
Always pray to God before you rush to a bed
Cus I hate family reunions and sleep the cousin of death
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The Apple
Verse 1 Ché noir
As I talk to this crowd
This for my sisters on they grind that wear they bonnets as crowns
Light, chocolate or brown
A boss so they bow
Dress like it’s red carpets around
But still comfortable bare face Just Lip gloss on her mouth
It’s Battles to fight
You was never the flashiest type
Being a girl that’s independent and black is a price
But what’s a queen without a king you the Apple of his eye
But that same Apple caused a hassle after Adam took a bite
You cried 100 times
Because of life
And Cut ya ties with niggas
Stay on the grind
it comes a time
The Sun a rise my sista
But you don’t love yourself and I Wonder why my sista
you can’t see what I see Guess that’s why Love is blind my nigga
Real beauty is flaws
Beauty is god
Beauty’s when you wanna give up but you chose to be strong
Beauty is a queen with self love and confident with her natural hair
short or long but still wearing weave knowing she don’t have to wear it
Chorus
I could turn a penny to a dollar
Turn a Couch to a bed
And Fix the crown on my head
Cus I’m the realest
I can keep it natural made a crown
From the Hair in my comb
turn a Chair to a throne
Cus I’m the realest
X2
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Freedom
03:26
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Freedom
Verse 1
the art of war it’s a meaning behind the message
You don’t need a gun or sword If you treat ya mind as the weapon
Our colors is hidden is secrets teachers hide in they lessons
Our History books was full of people with white complexions
reach the height ya destined
Nigga we define the essence
took my rap money built a team from my investments
Get my family out the hood the only reason why I’m stressin
Small city but niggas carry heat the size of precious
I speak on shit you other rap niggas nervous to say
The purchase I paid
More then most niggas Earn at my age
My Purpose was made
From my birth Was determined for great
The land of the free unless you black or you served in the cage
For my niggas behind a wall tryna Learn up a trade
You get free and they make it hard just to Earn up a wage
You either Return to the cage or get murdered in graves
That’s the power how Racist Judges can turn us slaves
Verse 2
Compared to the wise
Could win a war with just my ears and my eyes
The greatest victories come to those who prepared when its time
Inspired by moments seeing mommy with tears in her eyes
Smokin cigarettes while she playin out Mary j blige
Racist cops shoot at our kings they even got a noose if you free
One shot could turn ya blood to a pool when you bleed
Poison our minds even poison the food that we eat
Choke us out in broad day till we can’t move or can’t breath
I’m the female mansa musa to niggas
Generational wealth What I Plan to do for my niggas
Im the palm reader look how I Hand a future to niggas
Shit was music to my ears so I hand a flute to my niggas
all praises due to the highess as God protect me
I give you Food for thought but my diet was Dr sebi
Kings killin kings won’t get to be led live to be violent
Whats worse then being physically dead is mentally dyin
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Follow the wisdom
Verse 1
I’m top 5 you can hear the proof when I spit a jewel
C’mon
Yall can’t Compare to what these niggas do
sellin drugs the things a parent do just to get us food
Now our house so big gotta parachute to the living room
The money good but it can be a problem
But I’m Quick to put it on yo head bitch I’m hands free with drama
We grew up with daddy issues cus we can’t see our fathers
And they waited to late to tell us bout plan bs and condoms
No respect For a nigga that do dirt with his mans
And when he get caught he fold and he tell what he learned on a stand
Stood in the fire so long I ended up burnin my hands
The fire was struggle wrote a verse now my words like a fan
Now I’m On double XL covers
Niggas and bitches from colleges to the jails love us
Nerdy chick from the hood that’s doin Adele numbers
It’s hard to get the respect less ya skin is a pale color
Life wasn’t Prepared for us
Verse 2
Before I start my day I gotta talk to God
My brother had the streets and arms reach but still got a job
Pain of these streets it ain’t worth seeing yo daughters cryin
I was that daughter so you’ll never hear me glorify it
on my high horse so I made me a chariot
My family slaved by the cops but what’s a slave when you Harriet
I never knew we was trapped pain made me aware of it
Cus wisdom don’t come from age it come from pain and experience
All that shit you was handed I had to grind to have
momma from the streets so she had to hide her past
Momma always told me never follow in my steps but I still followed with a magnifying glass
Her and my step dad eloped ain’t get married in a church
He ain’t my real pops but he was there for me since birth
When he was sober he would teach me and prepare me for the worst
Cause wisdom the type of wealth you can’t carry in a purse
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Winter
03:03
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Winter
Verse 1
Sometimes I feel like you never gone change
You love these streets more then me you so selfish and vain
I held you down all these years through the stress and the pain
But length don’t matter if the strength never measures the same
The price of love and my heart was the debt that I paid
Cus Sometimes I think with my heart instead of my brain
A dangerous drug you said between my legs where you feel safe
Ain’t no pillow talkin you make yo own bed where you lay
We only drunk when we text
Or when you want me for sex
You hate protection unless you wearin ya gun and ya vest
Lay in this bed I still don’t know where I’m standin with you
I wanna know but my self esteem can’t handle the truth
I Should’ve been done with yo ass it’s a lot of fish in the sea
But yo sex just brings out the contradiction in me
Now sittin lookin stupid waitin for ya call
I guess I’ll settle for some of your attention instead of none at all
Verse 2
Lotus child
I told him to hold it down
My Partner in crime I just hope you don’t blow the trail
I know you heard about all the Rumors that float around
Bout my Sex drive, too much traffic Could slow ya down
Don’t judge me off what you heard I told you it’s in control
question me like you ain’t gotta bitch that’s sittin at home
Question me like everytime that I call you pick up the phone
Nigga please
Cried tears as I rip ya pictures and clothes
Now
All my exes say it’s hard to forget me
And they still ain’t found my replacement so all em resent me
Type of nigga that like to wait till he No longer With me
To do the shit he should’ve did when he was still involved with me
That’s cus niggas wanna be Handed somethin they suppose to earn
But a fuck nigga hate a women that knows her worth
That’s why I’m done waitin for ya call
Cus If I gotta settle for some of your attention I don’t want none at all
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Live By The Code
03:04
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Live by the code
Verse 1
I was still workin a 9-5
times when I
was attracted to thugs and the flyest guys
Back when my occupation was being his ride or die
But now we autistic cus now it’s hard to see eye to eye
I’m on a different type of time
ain’t ready to be his house wife or bride
was around 5 or 9
Found my purpose took my whole life to find
But I had no intentions to fill they shoes I’ll rather go find my size
Never understood when rappers get a nice hand of stacks
Then they spend it all on clothes nice fancy bags
Quis told me save some money you can buy land with that
But if you go broke don’t try to blame the white man for that
They use our face as a token to show blacks get support
We play dumb But we know what it’s actually for
But in order to beat the system you gone Have to conform
Be the wolf in sheep clothes, spook who sat by the door
Right
(Hook)
Live by the code
Drive by the foes
Hide by a chrome
Get Advice from the pros
Imma do it Until God say it’s Time to go
Took a pen turned my thoughts to a pot of gold
X2
Verse 2
Tote Cus I had too
Turn the Stones that they Throw to a statue
Words that I spit came from the heart that I wrotes like a Tattoo
Reminiscin on them days we was Broke it was past due
We had no heat I Wore a coat just to go to the bathroom
Floatin right past you
10 toes when I pass thru
I use to tell jokes in my classroom
To cope with a bad mood
My ex told me stay alert cus Po po gone harass you
they pull you in for questions keep ya mouth closed when they ask you
Bitch
I made it out Standin tall
With my right Hand to God
The neighborhood block drug dealers was our Santa Claus
Freedom is a privilege you only get when you train ya thoughts
wisdom is the key to unlock the cuffs when they chain ya arms
you only get what you give
Food for thought never spoils if it’s been in the fridge
Niggas talk about money they use to get as a kid
but that type of shit don’t matter if you can’t get it again
Facts
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'94
03:33
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‘94
Verse 1
April 19th doctor say it’s a girl
In 94 illmatic dropped the same day I came in this world
My mother said “the world is yours” she was givin me game
It’s only right I take a trip down Memory lane
In 94 that’s when biggie dropped ready to die
The first time I heard gimme the loot I kept pressin rewind
I grew up hearin Tupac so many tears
That’s when I fell in love with rap and said I’m supposed to be there
Jay had reasonable doubt 1, 2 and Vol 3
Foxy was my favorite but Lauryn style Inspired me
Classics and no rapper will get to replace it
They blame it on the kids and say we too miseducated
Pun Kim X and mob deep type of shit I loved
Bumpin Wu Before I was old enough to hit a club
respect to the rappers I didn’t grow up on
Came out before I was born or I was probably too young to know they songs
Verse 2
G unit was my generation pac and biggie
I remember niggas wantin to get shot cus 50
Back when we had to burn mixtapes or go to the store
Back when Arcadia was lit a place you go when you bored
I Wrote my first 16 to a tribe called quest beat
Made my first beat inspired by a Kanye west beat
I remember watchin big tigger in the basement
I use to fantasize about me Spittin with the greatest
At my shows word for word how they sang each song
Use music as my medicine to erase these scars
I get paid for these bars
Now I reminisce Back when Pork and beans and hot dogs was our filet mignon
Heat a honey bun for breakfast momma playin whats the 411
We was still livin on Broadway the poor young slums
In the future when they talk about the greats
They gone mention Ché noir in them Top 5 debates
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