Chino, Damnnnn ummmm look pretty lady

got one word for a hater Fuckem

I ain’t here to be liked by a man

I’m here to be cherish love on care for by you beautiful lady it ain't my problem if a man don't respect me move wrong I gotta correct him.

Fuck ’em in a sonnet If they ain’t built like this, they don’t get to comment If you ain’t with this vision fuck ’em.

Then you never had a say Say fuck ’em fuck ’em If they standing in the way Say fuck ’em fuck ’em we gone turn the pain to profit If they ever doubt the tell ’em watch this Fuck ’em.

Chino, Gold ink on my fingers

From the lines I bled last night

Got a scar on my knuckles

From defending what I write

They said tone that down

I just sharpened every line

Walked in quiet to the room

Left it shaking from my mind.

Fuck ’em in a sonnet If they ain’t built like this, they don’t get to comment If you ain’t with this vision fuck ’em.

Then you never had a say Say fuck ’em fuck ’em If they standing in the way Say fuck ’em fuck ’em we gone turn the pain to profit If they ever doubt the tell ’em watch this Fuck ’em.

Chino, I’m a slick tongue sinner

Turn pain into paid

Turn doubt into dinner

Every hater on the plate

They toss dirt on my name

I plant roots in the shade

I make poems out of pressure

Watch the diamonds get made.

Fuck ’em in a sonnet If they ain’t built like this, they don’t get to comment If you ain’t with this vision fuck ’em.

Then you never had a say Say fuck ’em fuck ’em If they standing in the way Say fuck ’em fuck ’em we gone turn the pain to profit If they ever doubt the tell ’em watch this Fuck ’em.

Chino, Got a queen in my lap

Reading drafts on my phone

She like baby, that’s raw

I’m like wait till it’s grown

From the gutter to the glow

I was carving every quote

Had to hustle with the flow

To put marrow in the notes.

Fuck ’em in a sonnet If they ain’t built like this, they don’t get to comment If you ain’t with this vision fuck ’em.

Then you never had a say Say fuck ’em fuck ’em If they standing in the way Say fuck ’em fuck ’em we gone turn the pain to profit If they ever doubt the tell ’em watch this Fuck ’em.

Chino, I’m that backroom writer

With the front-row walk

Got a cool hand silence

But my pages all talk

You can feel that truth

When the words cut through

Every bar like a bruise

But it look good on you.

Fuck ’em in a sonnet If they ain’t built like this, they don’t get to comment If you ain’t with this vision fuck ’em.

Then you never had a say Say fuck ’em fuck ’em If they standing in the way Say fuck ’em fuck ’em we gone turn the pain to profit If they ever doubt the tell ’em watch this Fuck ’em.

Chino, If you didn’t write the verse

You don’t get to write the verdict

If you never did the work

Why you speaking like you earned it

I just lace another line

Let the truth do the hurting

I’m the calm in the chaos

And the storm in the sermon

Fuck ’em in a sonnet If they ain’t built like this, they don’t get to comment If you ain’t with this vision fuck ’em.

Then you never had a say Say fuck ’em fuck ’em If they standing in the way Say fuck ’em fuck ’em we gone turn the pain to profit If they ever doubt the tell ’em watch this Fuck ’em.