Cheque Lowkks - Momma Prayin'

I been stuck in my ways
How ima make it thru the day
Im gunna start with some haze
Roll it up
Smoke that sucka to the face
Then ima murder the beat
Pack it up
Send it down to the grave
Yard
Murdering flows is my Trademark
My feature is double what they Charge
Im on my Come Up
Talking shit we gone Run Up
He a lucky Cat
I'ma fucking Dog
That's why I'm running around
While you suckas jog
All the competition
I can see ya flaws
You ain't really trynna be the boss
You ain't got no fucking secret sauce
You struggling to get up out that box

Momma praying that all dogs they go to heaven
In her eyes man I'm a blessing
So I
So I
So I a load the smith n Wesson
And I point it in direction
Of the closest source of stresses
Then I'm swinging for fences
Momma praying that all dogs they go to heaven
In her eyes man I'm a blessing
So I
So I
So I a load the smith n Wesson
And I point it in direction
Of the closest source of stresses
Then I'm swinging for fences

Don't you hear it in my voice
Dawg im lunatic
I'm too legit
I'm loosing it
So someone grab a crucifix
Upper County raised Me
Ima 90s Baby
I got shooters off the water like the Mf Navy
It's marathon I'm just trynna buy time
That's why leaving all you suckas on the sideline
I swear they study every move like it's guideline
Kuz Everything I do gone end up as a highlight
& Even from the Start I felt the Pressure
So I keep that stainless ruger
In the bottom of the dresser
You don't want it Loud
Hand me that Compressor
I don't gotta go impress her to undress her
Ima Damn I'm a Professor
That means Im getting paid to give y'all foos some knowledge
Im from straight up out the streets
I don't care about no college
Got This bitch jumping
Call that shit hydraulics
All my flows are Polished
Looking Flawless
Feeling Hyperbolic
Momma praying that all dogs they go to heaven
In her eyes man I'm a blessing
So I
So I
So I a load the smith n Wesson
And I point it in direction
Of the closest source of stresses
Then I'm swinging for fences
Momma praying that all dogs they go to heaven
In her eyes man I'm a blessing
So I
So I
So I a load the smith n Wesson
And I point it in direction
Of the closest source of stresses
Then I'm swinging for fences

Written by:
Cheque Lowkks, Esequiel Ramirez

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