Doubt3d - Rookie & The Vet (feat. FreeMoneyCy)

We chasin' checks
How I'm the rookie hoppin' out the vet
Need some respect
Ice on my neck
A price that will put you in debt
Or a red dot beamin' off at your head
We breakin' this bread
Choppers on choppers, we spreadin' this lead
Coppers on robbers, we breakin' their legs
Livin' so reckless, I'm all on the edge
All On the edge
Sippin' this mud
All in my cup
We doubled up and you fuckin' it up
These are my scars
See all my cuts
Bag it up, then put it under the rug
Now fuck a fake sothside baby
Better watch your tone for your own damn safety
Shit is so crazy, we know y'all shady
Why this white boy hit a flow like Dababy
Makin' them dance like it's crack in the 80s
Spittin' hellfire like my name is Hades
Trip off the drugs, now I start to go crazy
This shit don't phase me, it is amazing
Smokin' on pack, you know that we is blazin
No cap, no rats, but the cheddar we chasin
Testin' my patience, but you can't say shit
Pull up the beat, now I'm boolin like Blasian
We chasin' checks
How I'm the rookie hoppin' out the vet
Need some respect
Ice on my neck
A price that will put you in debt
Or a red dot beamin' off at your head
We breakin' this bread
Choppers on choppers, we spreadin' this lead
Coppers on robbers, we breakin' their legs
Livin' so reckless, I'm all on the edge
All On the edge
I ain't fightin' my demons, I'm plottin' with em
Heard free money, got bag so they shoppin' with em
Heard these niggas too broke, they ain't coppin' with em
Heard he got the FN, they ain't poppin' with em
Heard these niggas want beef well I'm Jeffrey Dahmer
Tryin' to stack up the chunks, need another comma
I been thinkin' bout buyin' a torture house
Bitch, I'm sick in the head, this is not for clout
All I know is sell drugs and another route
God ain't answer the phone, I was down and out
Ain't no Dolph but I keep me a paper route
All this money might build me a paper house
I'm the goat and they hatin' like Jerry Krause
Bitch, I ain't gotta look when I'm money count
Bitch, I'm way too important to sell an ounce
Bitch, you still a nobody, wont get announced
We chasin' checks
How I'm the rookie hoppin' out the vet
Need some respect
Ice on my neck
A price that will put you in debt
Or a red dot beamin' off at your head
We breakin' this bread
Choppers on choppers, we spreadin' this lead
Coppers on robbers, we breakin' their legs
Livin' so reckless, I'm all on the edge
All On the edge

Written by:
Ryan Musch

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