WHIPN CHEROKEE Lyrics

Fuck it I'm stepping up for my whole generation

I guess that's why the respect done turned into veneration

Or maybe why I'm seeing hate in all these niggas faces

I'm whipping Cherokee we all an indigenous nation

When I speak I talk that shit that make your soul quiver

And now I see keeping it real what made you told quicker

Chip on your shoulder you don't want to be no hoe nigga

Like you get a gold medal for being a go getter

Family matters tears fall looking through old pictures

Nigga we drunk KoolAid together how you a coke sniffer

Stay awake round here shit like the Old thriller

Pussy turn a warm hearted gentlemen to a cold killer

I had to show the system I was gentle

Wanted me to quit smoking ain't give a fuck what was on my mental

It's funny cause whole time I was living presidential

Thinking back I swear the shit was monumental

I don't call it killing I call it illing

Cause most these niggas ain't gangsta they just in need of a healing

Nigga tell me what the fuck is appealing bout blood spilling

If you was really like that you'd be making millions

My whole life was démodé but I made a way

Dead weight eventually fades away got to pay to play

Tears dried up on your face but saying you ay okay

Bought that bullshit but your greater days on layaway

I was a homeless man kicking my soda can

Under attack and now I overstand

Too busy getting high stuck in them days I was in low demand

Palms occupied father I can't even hold your hand

I done broke some chains I got these chains round my neck but don't you ever Disrespect We ain't the same

Made it out the jungle fuck a maintain

Manifest my Better self Feel Better than I ever felt

I never had da same support your boy Bobby had

For that reason on that note shit nigga I'm kind of glad

See me I never knew a damn thing about a dad

Or of the many responsibilities that a father had

So what I do go make me two

Son one son two here nigga gone take a few

Damn life what the fuck look what you made me do

Keep this shit up and one day I'll be hating you

Last week I wanted to smoke me bout 80 blunts

Reminiscing in Nanna's kitchen She used to make me lunch

Peanut butter and jelly some amazing punch

Used to wonder how it feel to be one of the Brady bunch

I want to know how it feel to live comfortable

I needed Phillip Banks or Cliff Huckstable

I'm tryna fill up banks and give hope to you

That's why I'm standing in this vocal booth

Got me looking at the mirror like some kind of stranger

Got me looking at my niggas like some kind of wankstas

Every last bar shit like a cliff hanger

Times getting hard don't let that shit taint you

House full of ladies who actually raised me since

I was a baby I been struggling with Sadies

Show fake love to the ladies cause they

Fucking me crazy though I'm

Stuck in a maze life is fucking amazing