Top Songs By Cheeche Lovato
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chynna Ebony Germany
Songwriter
Lyrics
You don't wanna hear it
But you gon fucking hear it
If you don't know what that is
Then get the fuck from near it
To flight or fight or fear it
Is draining out my spirit
Shit goes left then you go missing
You don't feel me you gon feel this
We don't hang with lames
But it's your call we don't brag the same
I soon take off I ain't looking back
No not at all that's why you bitches
Really mad darling did you know
This ain't what you wanna do
Got my people that's on call
Cause we ain't boutta play with you
And as far as patience goes
Don't come for me won't come for you
It's like a funny exchange when you think about it
And for the ones in the back don't even
Think about it I wear my heart
On my hand and ion think about it
Cause when the going gets bad
Why cry and think about it
What you give out is what you get back
If you don't grow well then that's just sad
They'll be better days as the saying says
Get what's mine yea
Ain't trynna fixate
What you give out is what you get back
Keep ya guard up and never lose track
Rap like a convo
Sexier than Cabo
Work for that chabo
Gotta get it is the motto
Mixed breed, Rocky, Drago
Obvious Apollo
From the home of the Apollo
Jules, Camron, Capo
Dave East, Diddy
Black Rob, Dame, Vado
But I'm Harlem Eastside
BITA head honcho
Mama dream to hit the lotto
Son dream to be El Chapo
Papa home or he ain't there
Aint no message in a bottle
That's the life that I know got me focused like a Rhino
Head down, charging towards my goals
And all that I know
When I'm gone
That's a hard act to follow
Used to run from 12
In the day we called them Five O
R.I.P Pop Smoke
Keep winning Foreign Fivo
When you reign
Haters wanna make it rain
Get a poncho
Like DJs got Saratos
Meek got Milano
Streets got potholes
It's the 1-2 combo
Speak to mi hermanos
Flow deep in these pianos
They don't wanna hear it
But you gon Fukn hear it
You vs me
King to a God
Can't compare it
Give flowers while I'm hear
Don't just praise when I vanish
They appear when you good
Disappear when you damaged
So I hustle humble, I don't speak about it
Show you better than I tell you
You gon see about it
Tre
You don't wanna hear it
But you gon fucking hear it
If you don't know what that is
Then get the fuck from near it
To flight or fight or fear it
Is draining out my spirit
Shit goes left then you go missing
You don't feel me you gon feel this
We don't hang with lames
But it's your call we don't brag the same
I soon take off I ain't looking back
No not at all that's why you bitches
Really mad
Written by: Chynna Ebony Germany
