Cheque Lowkks - West

Seven Sixty Upper County San Diego
Up to LA
All the way to the Bay
You know shit get cray
Aye aye
San Diego
Up to LA
All the way to the Bay
You know shit get cray Aye
San Diego
Up to LA
All the way to the Bay
You know shit get cray Aye
These days I don't do much talking
Talent speaks for itself bitch I'm barking
Plant a seed watch it grow into a garden
Just so I could feed the homies that was starving
I'm so underground
It's always Ten Toes down
Till my body in the ground
I don't really fuck around
With them dudes from outta town
I don't if I'm up it don't matter if I'm down
It's a small fucking circle
Coming with me towards to the crown
Anybody showing fake love looking like some clowns
Flow 760 till the fucking death of me
Hanging by a thread
I been living my life recklessly
And You could get it separately or ina specialty
Kuz boy You know I got the recipe
Lyrically or Mentally
I'm of a special breed
Straight out the Streets like it was Sesame
If you talking on my name
Speak Respectfully
San Diego
Up to LA
All the way to the bay
You know shit get cray Aye
San Diego
Up to LA
All the way to the bay
You know shit get cray Aye
San Diego
Up to LA
All the way to the bay
You know shit get cray Aye
San Diego
Up to LA
All the way to the bay
You know shit get cray Aye
I have to apply a little pressure
Till your vertebrae severs
I'm working harder than ever
Feeling Higher than ever
Flyer than a fucking propeller
You shadier than being up up under umbrellas
I'm sharper than a fucking Barretta
I work great under pressure
Ain't no margin for error
You don't look very clever
You feeling softer than feathers
It makes it harder to get up
Inside the worst of the weather
Your fear is easy to measure
I sense a lack in your effort
Good luck discovering treasure
Kuz you'll be searching forever
My dawgs are fighting till the death like i'm Mike Vick
We hit a lick it aint a question profits might split
So slick
Dodging shit like im Non stick
I feel John Wick emptying a full clip
Loose lips sink ships
Give a fuck about a snitch
No shit
Seven sixty
Upper County in this bitch
Bringing out all of the hits
Aye
Im at your chest like fucking a vest
Im Screaming fuck the rest
Im Throwing up the West West West

Written by:
Cheque Lowkks, Esequiel Ramirez

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