Che Noir Lately Lyrics

[Chorus: Klass Murda]
I can't get no rest
Lately, I've been stressed
Tryna make it on my own
I got some niggas dead
Some niggas in the feds
Wishing they could find they way home
Lately, I've been all alone
Lately, my house don't feel like a home
Lately, can't nobody call my phone
Lately, lately
[Verse 1: Che Noir]
Lately, I just wanna stay to myself
All the pain that I felt
Came from the people I thought that loved me
I'm blamin the wealth
Money never bought me happiness, it feels like a loan
'Cause amongst a crowd of people, I would still feel alone
Had to build on my own, took me years to get on
Work my skills to the bone, prey to bring meals to my home
Check the deals that I closed, merch with guildan was sold
Business buildings I own, bitch, take a kneel to my throne
Dangerous, most of these niggas can't hang with us
But only broke bitter niggas hate on us
Pop champagne drink ace from cups
We don't wait for luck
Most started young when they played with guns
Aim and buss, then ya body fade to dust
Childhood far from a Brady bunch
And the Bars that I'm spitting ain't made for clubs
It's OG's that I still admire
Learned how to run a business that I built from wire
Living in the ghetto, it's a field of fire
Broke down, cried a river when they killed Mariah
Visionary want success since a kid
I was destined for wins
The shit I wrote going next to the Big's
With the Hov's and the X's and Kim's
Nigga
[Chorus: Klass Murda]
I can't get no rest
Lately, I've been stressed
Tryna make it on my own
I got some niggas dead
Some niggas in the feds
Wishing they could find they way home Lately, I've been all alone
Lately, my house don't feel like a home
Lately, can't nobody call my phone
Lately, lately

[Verse 2: Che Noir]
Yeah, yuh, prestigious the words I'm thinking
The 42 slur my speeches
Plans that I cultivated through rap, so my earnings decent
Picture me as a kid in the house near the furnace freezing
And granny giving all of her cash to the churches deacons
I could've been a billionaire, but I didn't know half these things
Was just a nerdy kid with Silicon Valley dreams
Now critics judging me by a score that they say is valid
Y'all don't listen to words, y'all let billboards determine talent
Now, I laugh at that
A whole song by your favorite artist couldn't f*ck with just half a rap
Cause them same niggas had a plaque
Then going broke and fighting for they masters back, yeah
Every bar from track to track, I receive all the cash for that
Keep a killer when I lap the map
Better duck when he clap the gat, uh
The goals y'all set, I'm passin' that
You bitches could never put me in a box
I'll carry this shit on my own, f*ck beggin', I don't gotta compete for a spot
They never show love at the bottom, they ain't show love 'til they seen me at the top
Stayed ten toes down, feet on the ground, never with knees in the rocks
For real
[Chorus: Klass Murda]
I can't get no rest
Lately, I've been stressed
Tryna make it on my own
I got some niggas dead
Some niggas in the feds
Wishing they could find they way home
Lately, I've been all alone
Lately, my house don't feel like a home
Lately, can't nobody call my phone
Lately, lately