"Church's Chicken" lyrics
Domo Genesis & Graymatter Lyrics
Quick cheap thrills and hard turns
Regardless, the feelings deep-fried like a Jarlsberg
That trauma hard to swallow like heartburn
I bleed through my heart first
Screamin', R.I.P. to my niggas deceased
Cease and desist when I'm back on the streets
We overcooking, tryna stuff this whole packet of piece
We trusting niggas, usually where the only casualty be
I'm honest
Enough weight, I stimulate my economy
Locally, I learned to keep this earth surrounding me float unnerved
Black cat leave a scratch on the curb
Another hunnid racks, relax, because I'm crafting the work
You should've known this, I'm Steph Rose, I never folded
Still hold me by the skin of my teeth, the grill golden
Never fronted on
[?] still smoking
Even down to one wheel, but still motion
Nose clean to everything that don't concern us
We surfing wave watching under bridges I done burned up
Certain niggas thought they had me hurt, I wasn't blemished
Two miles per hour like a serf, I let you witness
Back to the basics, I'm recompleting the genesis
Perfect
Biscuit out of Church's
Do what niggas preach
Icy on the sleeve
With a timepiece Regis ain't enough to call it even
I built it smarter when I let it fall to pieces
[?] now the party stop believing in the frost shit
It's landing to the dark, and seize some more
Told you I was surfing over shit that got 'em ceasing
Lost a lot of Prada, lot of people I made peace with
Half of what I'm seeing in my eyes, I got belief in
And less than what I hear, blessed as God appear
They gon' feel it in the flesh, if it's really something serious
Keep you nervous
I told you niggas you should've listened
Pray I'm never playing with the Church's chicken
Regardless, the feelings deep-fried like a Jarlsberg
That trauma hard to swallow like heartburn
I bleed through my heart first
Screamin', R.I.P. to my niggas deceased
Cease and desist when I'm back on the streets
We overcooking, tryna stuff this whole packet of piece
We trusting niggas, usually where the only casualty be
I'm honest
Enough weight, I stimulate my economy
Locally, I learned to keep this earth surrounding me float unnerved
Black cat leave a scratch on the curb
Another hunnid racks, relax, because I'm crafting the work
You should've known this, I'm Steph Rose, I never folded
Still hold me by the skin of my teeth, the grill golden
Never fronted on
[?] still smoking
Even down to one wheel, but still motion
Nose clean to everything that don't concern us
We surfing wave watching under bridges I done burned up
Certain niggas thought they had me hurt, I wasn't blemished
Two miles per hour like a serf, I let you witness
Back to the basics, I'm recompleting the genesis
Perfect
Biscuit out of Church's
Do what niggas preach
Icy on the sleeve
With a timepiece Regis ain't enough to call it even
I built it smarter when I let it fall to pieces
[?] now the party stop believing in the frost shit
It's landing to the dark, and seize some more
Told you I was surfing over shit that got 'em ceasing
Lost a lot of Prada, lot of people I made peace with
Half of what I'm seeing in my eyes, I got belief in
And less than what I hear, blessed as God appear
They gon' feel it in the flesh, if it's really something serious
Keep you nervous
I told you niggas you should've listened
Pray I'm never playing with the Church's chicken
