Quanche - Noise lyrics

[Verse 1: Quanche] Uh Giddy Up, semi tucked But how'd they find out? man somebody talked Somebody got time and somebody walked That's a breed I don't know, don't agree with that code, no seats to that show Man I seen enough With my eyes closed and my ears plugged Do I see evil? No, do I hear evil? No We don't speak it but they listen and they fear us That's the funny thing if anything I'm a good kid where the better kids would've been if there parents never had a wedding ring Smoking on some good sh** in the neighborhood peddling Not bikes or flowers, that white that powder, any vice you outta come get it I'm in a civic, when its a Masi doing 185 my plates still won't be legit f** a fake friend or female sneak dissin' My fingers look like my grade; twistin' Armagnac pissin', life magnificent They wishin' I was here sayin' it isn't Bout a dollar, Denzel I used to post up, up on Kenwood And watch Granny house for the intel on them beans, on them lentils Now dollar bills yell at me, f** is you sellin' me? I am not buying your bullsh** The broccoli, lettuce and celery only thing relevant in life they always keep telling me Stick to my guns, I'm risking possession that's 3 years in prison at least So unless you talk to police, i don't think you making it home by Easter [Interlude] [Verse 2: Quanche] Slip the sandman half a mil just to make a visit Rushing yards, these bars lemme kick it But the crown two more points, all of us anointed V.O., five points Don't forget to quote me Z.E There's levels to this sh**, this isn't entry The minor league speak doesn't peak my intrigue I will not be overlooked much less overseen Real sh** lets talk more money less talk Why you think I got dressed up? Threads like Jim Stark, Red jacket Livin' that Hartlyfe, they can't tell if I'm messed up They say those fancy cars are melting the polar ice, my lenses are polarized Fine linen this coat of mine, these beautiful women are all on my Devious thoughts, thinking mischievous I'm scheming a lot I Howl at the moon, me and the night we've been meaning to talk With no reasonable doubt, I don't see nothing but sows Clutching their fork and knife waiting for bacon to peel Free up to Bakes he said "f** the appeal", my life a movie I'm stuck in a reel It's real out here, right? Tryna plan the next meal every bite Watchyu lookin' at? prolly don't know I don't f** with that I just wanna pocket that money get rich, my girl ten points no Huckleberry sh** Tuckin' that in, never tuck a flag in, too ignant we couldn't have enough of that bliss [Outro] "Not guilty [?] If you mess with d**, like your Granny, ah nuh go bail you Seh, [?] because we ah older generation Say as I say but don't do as I do"