Before the Checks (feat. Casey Veggies)

Oh yeah

Way before the checks it was cash and all

The same bitch you lovin', I was passin' on

You don't really know about my past when I

Ain't really know how to keep it rational

Full tank, ****, you ain't gotta gas me up

They be trippin', I just roll a blunt and ash shit off

You don't really know about my past when I

Ain't really know how to keep it rational

I can really give a fuck less

I know she throwin' pussy, but I told her I get enough sex

Money coming in, I could never get enough checks

Wake up to the dough everyday just like it's breakfast

Check it off my checklist, girl, no cuffin' or no extras

Baby, I just make it work out, I ain't with the flexin'

Finish with my school day so don't try to test me

Girl, that ass super fat like you straight from Texas

Kid Ink and Young Veggies might just fuck your main bitch

Just sent her back to you, I ain't tryna smash the same chick

Pinky ring blingin', 'bout to get the custom chain hit

I'm a fly ****, yeah, the type she wanna hang with

Way before the checks it was cash and all

The same bitch you lovin', I was passin' on

You don't really know about my past when I

Ain't really know how to keep it rational

Full tank, ****, you ain't gotta gas me up

They be trippin', I just roll a blunt and ash shit off

You don't really know about my past when I

Ain't really know how to keep it rational

My first memories was six years old

Fifteen fourteen Orange Grove apartment with the roaches

By the time that I was five, daddy was locked and gone

And the only thing he taught me

Feds is always on the phone listening

Thirteen when I started slippin' up at school

Fifteen, smokin', drinkin', fuckin', gettin' tattoos

That's the role to follow when it ain't no role models

Young hardhead **** with a hard pill to swallow

I been at this shit for weeks, bangin' on this MPC

Turn my closet to a booth, Nike boxes on the speaker

You know what I'm representing

Every time you hear me speaking

LA been my city since I mixed that ramen with the seasoning

Way before the checks it was cash and all

The same bitch you lovin', I was passin' on

You don't really know about my past when I

Ain't really know how to keep it rational

Full tank, ****, you ain't gotta gas me up

They be trippin', I just roll a blunt and ash shit off

You don't really know about my past when I

Ain't really know how to keep it rational

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You don't really know about my past when I

You don't really know about

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You don't really know about my past you know

You don't really know about the past when we

Did shit that you wouldn't believe