Che Noir feat. Rome Streetz - Gold Cutlery Text

Songtext zu Gold Cutlery

Yeah
Uh, woo

[Ché Noir]
I put the hands of time on my keyboard
Mental piano, I'm playing a C chord
I feel like a resource for niggas, I feel like I'm reborn
Because the pain of moving quick but cautious
Couldn't walk a mile in my shoes, my step, you'll get exhausted
The tears I cried was big enough to swim a dolphin
I did it all for results of niggas who love me wrong
I ate fruit from the money tree right in front of God
Life is like the mother and, death is the Uncle Tom

I cut ties with backstabbers, they gave me scissors
Been through thick and thin, it's funny how greed can make you thinner
Lived in sin, raised with killers, nigga
I can't forget what I seen 'cause every time that I blink, my brain would take a picture
I hate the flash, I try to hide where I can
No self esteem, I couldn't see my worth outside of a man
I was making loose decisions that I knew was senseless
He blindly swept me off my feet and made me superstitious (Yo)

[Rome Streetz, Ché Noir]
Just make sure that every choice that you make wise
Before I chop the head, I look straight in the snake eyes
Rather leave you for dead than coincide with your fake vibes
Living fast, mommy told me take time (Time, nigga)
And make sure that every choice that you make wise
Before I chop the head, I look straight in the snake eyes
Rather leave you for dead than coincide with your fake vibes
Living fast, mommy told me take time (Yeah, yuh)

[Ché Noir]
Peep the lines in my verses, at 3 my eye was observant
And as a teen, my mind was determined, so I deserve it
I bleed like the knives of a surgeon, wine of a serpent
I plead to Christ, I got urges, crying in churches
Life's a book, gotta read it between the lines, it's in cursive
Shoot a diss, now I gotta think, decide if it's worth it
'Cause I don't play fair how you bleeding, dying with nurses
I wipe and clean evidence, got a bleach and dye with detergent
Bitch, I spit jewels, that's the only time that I switch moves
Quick move, I turn a hating nigga to fish food
I sip booze, recline in front of a big pool
Bitch, I'm in a class of my own, you niggas skip school
I remember trying stretch 10 Gs
They debate about the top 5 best MCs
You gotta take someone back if it ain't Che love of rap
Women spitting harder than these niggas they love to gas, facts

[Rome Streetz, Ché Noir]
Make sure that every choice that you make wise
Before I chop the head, I look straight in the snake eyes
Rather leave you for dead than coincide with your fake vibes
Living fast, mommy told me take time (Time, nigga)
And make sure that every choice that you make wise
Before I chop the head, I look straight in the snake eyes
Rather leave you for dead than coincide with your fake vibes
Living fast, mommy told me take time (Take ya time nigga)

[Ché Noir]
Yeah, yeah, make wise
Yeah, snake eyes
Yeah, yeah
Uh, uh
Take ya time nigga, uh
Take ya time nigga

Rome Streetz & Che Noir - Gold Cutlery Songtext

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