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Chasing Checks
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Afro-Beat
Chasing Checks was released on May 26, 2025 by Berry Val/Vent In Rhymes as a part of the album Chasing Checks - Single
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Release DateMay 26, 2025
LabelBerry Val/Vent In Rhymes
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM97

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Berry Val
Berry Val
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fawaz Adebayo
Fawaz Adebayo
Lyrics
Yusuf Goriola Sakariyau
Yusuf Goriola Sakariyau
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ZIIBAHA
ZIIBAHA
Producer

Lyrics

It's 2Baba
No
Oh nah nah, oh (na)
(Anxiety) Berry Val on this one again
Anxiety killin' mehn
Let's get it right
I don see sege for my life
And I've been waiting for my time
Men I keep my vent in my rhyme
Where the ladder to the top, I want climb
For my streets, money be their language
Carry my cross, and their cross be their package
And I'm tryin' make it at the right age
Grindin' for my own, cos your taste no be my taste
Stop badmouth me yeh eh yeh he
Na same life we dey
Stop badmouth me yeh yeh eh eh
Na same life we dey
Go harder, make you work harder
If you work harder, you go chase muller
Use your brain, asiko tin lo
No helper, you go dey lane
Baba gbo adura mi, bami gbe erumi
Only me, cause nobody dey
Ni mo se n gba adura kota mayo mi
Mommy mi, mommy mi
Wait for me, I go bring money
Gbo oo adura mi baba
Gbo oo adura mi
I don see sege for my life
And i have been waiting for my time
Men I keep my vent in my rhyme
Where the ladder to the top, I want climb
For my streets, money be their language
Carry my cross, and their cross be their package
And I'm tryin' make it at the right age
Grindin' for my own, cos your taste no be my taste
I been on the road, chasin' checks, I ain't trippin"
You were snorin' overnight, I ain't sleepin'
Flexing round the city, while I'm spending racks on pitching
Blending unique styles, now again in the kitchen
Lookin' around me, but I've got no one to trust (uh)
Chasing after dreams, ready to pay what it costs
Callin' me a snitch, why the false, what the fuck
They be doubtin' on me, now it beyond what they thought
Can't say I'm a threat, but they know my fuckin' vibe
Bro, I'm rolling in the trench, they be acting fuckin' blind
No cap, say less, know the success's fuckin' mine
Claiming to be homies, but to support, they denied
So doing it on my own, and it seems to be finest
Really care for my health, so, not smokin' for the highness
I ain't selling my soul, men, I'm sticking to my kindness
Been an introvert, my resilience's killin' shyness
I don see sege for my life
And i have been waiting for my time
Men I keep my vent in my rhyme
Where the ladder to the top, I want climb
For my streets, money be their language
Carry my cross, and their cross be their package
And I'm tryin' make it at the right age
Grindin' for my own, cos your taste no be my taste
'case you don't know
This is Xray
Mommy mii, mommy mi
Wait for me, I go bring money
Gbo ooo adura mi, baba
Written by: Fawaz Adebayo, Yusuf Goriola Sakariyau
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