Skrapz - Check (Uncut)

(That's Chucks)
Boom

Disappeared for a minute, now, I'm back, baby
It ain't over 'til the fat lady sings and they play the violins
Last couple years I been on the wing
But, it is what it is, though
I ain't tryna glorify the thing
Plus, I still got a case pendin'
That's why I been on the low
The only place you're gonna find me is your search engine
And everybody keeps askin' man the same question, "When you gonna drop, fam', it's been a hot second"
I'm like, "Yeah, I know, I was meant to drop time ago, major setbacks, but it's minor, though"
I came home and I signed a deal, tryna make up for lost time, that's why I ain't got no time to chill
And, I'm still on bail, I'm stressed out, but, I'm glad that I ain't still in jail
I got my chart comin' up, I'll be pissed if I gotta go back
But, if I don't, then, I'm walkin' out the court like 2Pac

We're gettin' money, check
We got guns, check
We got cars, check
We keep these bitches in check (boom)
Ask around and check check, man don't never take check
Ask around and check, man don't never take check
We're gettin' money, check
We got guns, check
We got cars, check
We keep these bitches in check (yeah)
Ask around and check, man don't never take check
So, I get why these niggas be upset (boom)

I'm screamin' out, "Free Jazz," that's my family and my Co-D
My right hand, on my left hand, that's my Rollie
I've lost count of how many people that's told me the street's missin' the one and only
I'm still sayin', "Fuck the police" like the old me
I'm 'bout to make everyone pay like they owe me
And, way before this rap ting, I made a lot of money sellin' crack
Ask Nina with the nina, that's broski, I'm bad and I'm bossy
Niggas want me gone, so I'm it close to me
Better safe than sorry, that's the way it's supposed to be
Killers all around, mind how you're approachin' me
Or, you might end up in the bag like some groceries
And, next year, I'm 'bout to take this ting global
I used to sell Cocaine, now, I'm a Moghul
I told man, I just stuck to the program
I soon pack my bags and go back to my homeland

We're gettin' money, check
We got guns, check
We got cars, check
We keep these bitches in check (boom)
Ask around and check, man don't never take check
Ask around and check, man don't never take check
We're gettin' money, check
We got guns, check
We got cars, check
We keep these bitches in check (yeah)
Ask around and check, man don't never take check
So, I get why these niggas be upset (upset)

Written by:
Christopher Kyei

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Lyrics © Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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