Cholla Lyrics

Cactus on my feet

Prickly

Thorns be in my kicks I finna bleed

Red sole walkin, staining sand in the beach

Underrate my status, but they listen when I preach

When I preach, when I teach

Georgia peach

Burnin up so I high, feel like I'm Cheech

Rolly presidential, but there's no way to impeach

Cholla gold like Saturn, cop a ring that's out your reach

Feelin numb

They'll be digging up my roots for where I'm from

Got me dehydrated turn my body into crumb

Retaining all my water, like a cholla under sun

How you feel

You know the deal

I care about the way you livin still

Take you to the void, that's just the place I go to chill

Sure I'm not beside you, but my presence very real

You think it's fake

It's what you make

You valuable to me, ain't no mistake

Washin down a quarter of a pilly with a shake

Murder all the demons in my brain when I'm awake

Finna shun

All the fun

Lookin back And now I'm seein what I've done

I've been destined for this life on mind before the age of one

And they can't throw off my mental, cause you know it weigh a tonne

Cactus on my feet

Prickly

Thorns be in my kicks I finna bleed

Red sole walkin, staining sand in the beach

Underrate my status, but they listen when I preach

When I preach, when I teach

Georgia peach

Burnin up so I high, feel like I'm Cheech

Rolly presidential, but there's no way to impeach

Cholla gold like Saturn, cop a ring that's out your reach

Peep the jacket

Decked out with the motorcycle patches

Keep it cold like Huncho, but I wanna know where Jack is

Listen to the teachings, then I put'em into practice

For the fam

Always in my plan

Duckin under hurdles I save my jumps where I can

It seems to be the distance that they never understand

The game is just a marathon, that never fuckin ends

And you know

No matter where you go

Doesn't have point unless you love it more than gold

People from my city criticize and watch me grow

Maybe when I die I leave'em with the feel of woe

From the heart

That's where it start

We keep it sweet until it's feelin real tart

All my other quoted passions, we just grew the fuck apart

Pay attention to me now cause I'll be topping out the chart

Cactus on my feet

Prickly

Thorns be in my kicks I finna bleed

Red sole walkin, staining sand in the beach

Underrate my status, but they listen when I preach

When I preach, when I teach

Georgia peach

Burnin up so I high, feel like I'm Cheech

Rolly presidential, but there's no way to impeach

Cholla gold like Saturn, cop a ring that's out your reach