Strings of Pain (feat. Che Noir & Fred the Godson)

[Verse 1: Che Noir]:

Look, skin chocolate or brown, shape butter, bein' a boss as a child

'Cause it's based off your mindset not your dollar or mosh

See, I'm crossin' the ground, naw, ****, I'm the talk of the town

Broke **** always say shit, it's not my fault that you down

I paid these **** no attention when they tell me they want me

And shoot a **** on the corner and a joke 'cause he funny

You outside all day but still failed to get money?

At this point y'all got me convinced y'all **** sellin' the money

Look, this that Upstate New York shit

And just to get my money up I did a few more flips

And just to get my name out I took a few more trips

Then I split the money even just like 2 for 6

Look, I got my foot on this pedal

I'm still convinced that I can get my **** out of this ghetto and still get rich

Seek through dollar-flooded bezels to fill our wrist

But **** still keep enough metal to build a fence

[Verse 2: Fred the Godson]:

Tell 'em rhymers I'm goin' harder (I'm goin' harder)

And I ain't just spittin', it's the saliva of the God (Of the God)

Carve my face in the Mount Rushmore

The kind amount'll be much more (Uhuh)

Off K we buyin' property too (Facts)

In the game we step on squares like the Monopoly shoot (Woo)

See we never gon' stop what we do, the band is just startin'

I can get the work cheaper then stand for Martin (Hehe)

Say what you say, let's have 'em a disarray

Infra-red light on the barrel, see disarray (Disarray)

With the top scope, ****, that be filet

Got **** that Pop Smoke soundin' like Michel'le (Damn)

We still baggin' it (Uhuh)

I dropped the ice cubes and I see things

Big worm's head in the cabinet (Uhuh)

****, no emblem 'cause I ain't havin' it (Uhuh)

Believe in ya anthem, I'm cappin' it, God