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Chethelyricist
Goose the Rapper
You should already know what's going on
Demons talking at me
I don't wanna have a conversation
Hotter than the 281
Or walking through eight suns
Who's Satan
Can't see me with new Raybanz
All hell might let loose in this mufucka
Then they'll just scurry
I got the herbs
And the spice
Like red curry
Don't bring ice to this fight
That's a death wish
Catch you slipping
I am that slick
On a mission for the check
Gotta knock it off my checklist
Sorry that was kinda basic
Um
I'm
Turning spirits to coal
Putting fear in the hearts of the
Pastor
Preacher
The pope
On every beat I float
Tryna collect ya soul
Then disappear like smoke
It's Che the lyrical ghost
Uh
Lately I've been in a rush
But I never hurry
Bunch of rats up in ya pack
Time for you to scurry
But don't you worry
I'm ending up at my goals
I smoked a hundred bowls
I'm ashing em on you hoes
And that's just how this life shit goes
What's your position
Don't ask me for commission
When you ain't fuck with the vision
It seems like you've been missing
You're probably steady dissing
You posting on your socials
And hanging with oppositions
But I've been on a mission
I'm taking it on the road
I'm tryna find a home
Or something that I could own
I'm tryna make this music
And use it to take the throne
But baby girl calling for the bone
I swear man
I've got too many bitches
A few of em left me stitches
I've never been a snitch
But I can tell your palms are itching
And I'm fishing
Tryna find the real that I've been missing
But lately all the real ones distant so
Before I go
I'll leave you with food for thought
Is everything you want
Worth more than the shit you've got
Is climbing over homies
The way to get to the top
Like a fish out of water
Will you flop
Peace
Goose the Rapper
You should already know what's going on
Demons talking at me
I don't wanna have a conversation
Hotter than the 281
Or walking through eight suns
Who's Satan
Can't see me with new Raybanz
All hell might let loose in this mufucka
Then they'll just scurry
I got the herbs
And the spice
Like red curry
Don't bring ice to this fight
That's a death wish
Catch you slipping
I am that slick
On a mission for the check
Gotta knock it off my checklist
Sorry that was kinda basic
Um
I'm
Turning spirits to coal
Putting fear in the hearts of the
Pastor
Preacher
The pope
On every beat I float
Tryna collect ya soul
Then disappear like smoke
It's Che the lyrical ghost
Uh
Lately I've been in a rush
But I never hurry
Bunch of rats up in ya pack
Time for you to scurry
But don't you worry
I'm ending up at my goals
I smoked a hundred bowls
I'm ashing em on you hoes
And that's just how this life shit goes
What's your position
Don't ask me for commission
When you ain't fuck with the vision
It seems like you've been missing
You're probably steady dissing
You posting on your socials
And hanging with oppositions
But I've been on a mission
I'm taking it on the road
I'm tryna find a home
Or something that I could own
I'm tryna make this music
And use it to take the throne
But baby girl calling for the bone
I swear man
I've got too many bitches
A few of em left me stitches
I've never been a snitch
But I can tell your palms are itching
And I'm fishing
Tryna find the real that I've been missing
But lately all the real ones distant so
Before I go
I'll leave you with food for thought
Is everything you want
Worth more than the shit you've got
Is climbing over homies
The way to get to the top
Like a fish out of water
Will you flop
Peace
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Writer(s): Michaela Moore
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