Lyrics:
turned off the tv put down the remote
Cuz checkin up on you what hurt me the most
I don't mean to brag or boast
But my life's been lookin up ever since you
anytime that I lace mine,
Light up the stage for the homies we make shine
Sick the dogs on you, get more by the K-9!
Homies on the yard never walk in
Yeah that's the sad way
She checkin' her dms
Aint' bout cash
She send a laugh face
Don't try talkin' to her
If it aint' bout the profit
You lookin' for
even really know the reason (I don't know the reason)
Haven't spoke to you, it's been a couple weekends (been a couple weekends)
I'm just checkin
Know I keep a check on me
Checkin on myself no one checked on me
Yea yea
Niggas wanna flex on me
Funny cause your chick wanna sex on me
Yea yea
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
know we
It ain't a secret I got my cake up
My rims so big girls checkin
Their make-up in them
Yeah, the watchband on my Jacob the
Same color as my
recording, you may hang up
Or press 1 for more options
It's summertime, we just chillin' with the guys
Smokin' loud, it's gon' be right
Tell me, girl, you by
I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
I'm blessed
Even though I get slammed with lawsuits like car doors
See three P.O.'s like Star Wars
They want me by the road holdin' up cardboard
So
I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
kickin' by herself lately
But on the normal, I wouldn't be shady
And try to pick up on someone else's lady, yeah
(Oh) I said but she was all alone
tellin' me don't run the streets
So tell me am I wrong?
For tryin' to communicate through a song
I'm up early in the mornin', by sunrise I'll be gone
and the auditors come
Sounds dumb, but this is how the phone got hung (yep)
Somebody hated that Mix-a-Lot rep
Straight-up snitch tryin to get Mix sw-ept
But I'm
vicious, grab that lil' bitch by the collar, ayy
Bitch ain't have no cup, we poured it up in water bottles
If that bitch come off the hip, then don't say
vicious, grab that lil' bitch by the collar, ayy
Bitch ain't have no cup, we poured it up in water bottles
If that bitch come off the hip, then don't say
shorted with my headspace
A nice change, I bet this shit gon work out for just like a second
But I'm checkin', checkin' myself up, up out of this prison
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
a stick up
Since I was a lil' one, wasn't 'posed to get much status
Got they hands up for me like a stick up, check it
Take it day by day, ay, night by
and the sand
Workin to get to the bands
By the dirt and grit of my hands
I'm observing the digital scan
Cookin up in the studio
Servin that Michelin, man
Until
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