soupy2k - CHECKMATE / SIDE EFFECTS (feat. Big Cinnamon)

Split the sticky with the set
I've been feeling frisky, getting risky with your texts
Try to reason with me, ain't a fifty, this a checkmate
Call me when your rent paid
Split the sticky with the set
I've been feeling frisky, getting risky with your texts
Try to reason with me, ain't a fifty, this a checkmate
Call me when your rent paid
I've been walking gravely, get the picture?
At my grandfather's grave, momma say "get in the picture"
Been on time as of late, just scribbling scriptures
In my mind, I'm an eight, what was you thinking?
This that non-denomination, walk through doors, been inside since birth
Cross your borders, the rhyme tincture ain't out of order, I concur
Put in a coin
Latter that former, that plaster, that mortar, we building that noise
No line, no dot, won't sign that boy
No biting, but drop that shit, I enjoy it
Collect! Collect! This my unemployment
One check! Two check! Three for the poise
A man with no pay is like rap without capping
Ain't acting my age in this bitch but I'm snapping
Waxing and waning the braggadocio
They laughing, they hating that wack and dopey flow
I ain't no square, just like an Oreo
Give you a stare like the owl from OVO
Ask the homie if he worried to go for it, told me "I could give less than a fuck"
Slappin, I can't afford the cap because I've been testing my luck
This ain't the end-all, just gotta ease up
I showed you my grandma, you said that she sucks
I can't forgive that, that's just to much
Pulling the nip back, tuck
Split the sticky with the set
I've been feeling frisky, getting risky with your texts
Try to reason with me, ain't a fifty, this a checkmate
Call me when your rent paid
Split the sticky with the set
I've been feeling frisky, getting risky with your texts
Try to reason with me, ain't a fifty, this a checkmate
Call me when your rent
Mayday, mayday, mayday
I came up here sleepy, half tired, daydreaming
Half tired, daydream
All of my demons keep stealing my weed, stealing my weed
By all means, eyes opening
Try and go green like gold ring
Mind in motion, fit the right words in
Get your high notions in a righteous tense
Keep a light distance, bitch you make no sense
Picked the whitest fence
Midas touch, light this Dutch
Do what I must
Third eye adjust
Head I was just
Inside that cup
Besides that cusp
Turn right, I clutch
I've got one more thing to say
I've been amiss for the summer
They call me little drummer boy but bitch I ain't one, I'm noided
Y'all feel you the Son, anointed
If it don't add to your sum, avoid it like Troy did
I ain't feeling bitter, I don't feel annoyed, it's just the side effects of letting the noise in
It's just the side effects of letting the noise in
I ain't feeling bitter, I don't feel annoyed, it's just the side effects of letting the noise in
It's just that I think your bitch is a stunner, do you not agree?
Still getting smarter, ain't getting younger, I be on Socrates

Written by:
Collin Campbell, Jonathan Buchman

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