Rome Streetz, Ché Noir - Gold Cutlery lyrics

[Rome Streetz, Ché Noir - Gold Cutlery lyrics]

Yeah uh, woo

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)

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)

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
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

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)

Yeah, yeah, make wise yeah, snake eyes
Yeah, yeah uh, uh
Take ya time nigga, uh take ya time nigga

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