Track selection by: Phenomenal P 

Split The Bread - Che Noir

Album: Food For Thought (2022)
Producer: Tricky Trippz

Verse 2

Look, get respect like a pastor's wife
Got rich 'cause I paid attention but only at half the price
For bullets, I had to bite
Took a spoon and I grabbed a knife
But when the tables turn, most n*ggas losing they appetite
Taught myself the game 'cause everything they teach is racist
I make a month's salary off one feature payment
I kill a rapper with every bar with just a sling like David
The rap game left blood on my hands, so, bitch, I'm finger-paintin'
I stack cash off of dad hats
Getting rap plaques off of flashbacks on a fast track
Clap gats, death around your corner, get your bags packed
Always have class
Never fuck a n*gga where you keep your stash at
The worst friend is a friend who begs
We got the same two feet in twenty-four hours to get this bread
I loan cash to n*ggas to help 'em get ahead
But money reveals a Judas when it's time to split the bread