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Wanna take is from you
Split y'all in half like a Twiztid check
Lemme guess y'all didn't get them yet
Take my payment with a pound of flesh
Kiss the ring

bionicles boy I been the greatest
Check my penmanship this a chronical now im flipping pages
I'm messing with bird imma let it fly
Imma get what I deserve I'm

between
Say, sorry, baby, but you can't have my genes
I know you wan' be on my motherfuckin' team
But sorry, shawty, ain't no room on the roster
Blowin'

with a grain
Mama still snorting drugs up in her brain
My boy stressing out baby ain't got his name
And I feel like all I do is complain
Dang I ain't

action yo
Check my news feed
Time line full of half naked girls like damn
I wish I would breed
But I got a girl at home and I ain't a fuck boy like most

heard my wallet poppin', ooh you're clearly confused, but
Hurry up girl, I been waitin' on you
Check the time, never mind, I'm patient for you
Yeah, it's

preparation, never cramming
She gets tooted up, hit the stage, baby drop them panties 
I be going hard, I'm on asphalt

You a Peon pussy boy, you like Microsoft

on a chain
(Watch me put your name and
Diamonds on a chain)
I check on your daughter all the time
You know me and Rilla by her side
Make sure baby mama always

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fucking the breezy, bobbing or weaving
And I promise baby mama by the morning you leaving
You see, everything I do hot, so you can call him Percy
Full

bad)
She the type every one wish they had 
Yeah, she got it like that (Woah Woah)
Baby we lit, we the perfect match

Yeah yeah yeah yeah,
That boy kevs

I just be sitting with Yeshua
Boy I just use to be messed up 
Always trying earn his favor 
Now we just royal like Esta
I thought my Jesus was

Thrown off by decoys who
Dropped the maricon off
My Soviet niggas is ready for the Cold War
Machete you to confetti
And blow your brain to cole slaw
A roll

talking slick
But aint no sucka for no ass
Look at the j's up on my feet
And the suede up on my seats
Check out the shades up on my face
Bitch! I ain't

on a cellular
Niggas better level up, or get left
From the black Cadillac to the jet
It's all about checks, comma
Murder all drama
At the Landon hotel made a new

by day
Can't have no regrets
All at the bank
Deposit my checks
After I drop
Nigga then what's next
Fuckin these bitches
1 by the 2
I'm back in the lab

been on my din, what you mean
Proof is in the streams
Dudes signed to labels that ain't seen things that I achieved

Tell by how I grind
The boy is still

Please, oh my oh my
M-o-d-i crooked letter T
Who better than me
Nobody in the D
I ain’t hating get yo check doe
My name ringing like an echo
Work for

Ima vet
Addicted to sex
I'm cheating for a check
Love the way she be poppin that pussy
Baby we just met
So I ain't taking you back to the crib I only

Cause I'm busy rolling weed and getting my dick sucked
I can't have 'em do a check in cause I'm blicked up
Spray some ozium hurry bitch and put my shit up

I'm in this shit forever

It was hard coming up living in my momma house in section eight
Sacrificing my life in the streets making sure food

Only thing on a Nigga mind
Is get this cash
Thank the lord
Before I hit my knees
I grab my iron
Ups the package
Cross country
Kno We got it
For

be subtractive though
Really got some thoughts in my head I can't fathom yo
Off so decrepit
Taught through all these lessons
They say ya boy heating up

Chorus: 
all my life tryna get the world respect, 
Instead of waisting time, I rather spend a check,
If they don’t keep it a thousand well imma keep