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Break Check Lyrics - Artist : EST Gee
I get to stompin' on that raw like it's a brake check
Hold on, let me check my phone Hold on, let me check my phone Tryna get these extras sold Hold on, let me check my phone I get to stompin' on that raw like it's a brake check Paid my dues, the game had paid me back, it wrote a blank check Fourth quarter came in strong and I'm startin' to feel that pressure on Mogul, have ten more of 'em sold when he refresh his phone Million dollar jack without no internet, it's a message phone Price check two or three times and you ain't buyin' then you get left alone Tryna get these extras gone Hold on, let me check my phone Tryna get these extras sold Hold on, let me check my phone Tell him check his tone when he speakin' on my gangsta I seen a lot of real niggas, I know that y'all the fake ones Why would you bring this jerk around us and knowin' we would take 'em 'Cause the stars say I'm a Taurus, but my heart keep sayin' snake 'em And niggas ain't wanna bow down to my gangsta, I had to make 'em I was told you can make a bankroll off of trees if you shake 'em And I know you can get a meat roll out a freak ho if you break her They mad they left behind, I ain't surprised they turned to haters Tryna slide in all black with an eyepatch like a Raider Plug price is now where I'm at, public packs go for eighty Man, seventy and we'll take it Through the FedEx, send an acre I don't know what these niggas was thinkin' I won't send 'em to their maker to get my paper I get to stompin' on that raw like it's a brake check Paid my dues, the game had paid me back, it wrote a blank check Fourth quarter came in strong and I'm startin' to feel that pressure on Mogul, have ten more of 'em sold when he refresh his phone Million dollar jack without no internet, it's a message phone Price check two or three times and you ain't buyin' then you get left alone Tryna get these extras gone Hold on, let me check my phone Tryna get these extras sold Hold on, let me check my phone I hope the world hear my story before suckers get lucky The most gangsterest street rapper to ever come out Kentucky Niggas flunkies and I get money, never let niggas punk me Couple of 'em mad they can't touch me, they too scared to say fuck me In my city, them interruptions ain't do nothin' but pump me Been had the big head since free lunches, no money, clothes dusty Without no big cousin to front me, down deep in that muddy I hop out bustin', seen the toughest stomachs leakin' out putty Run the world, we call it huntin', say a prayer for the hunted The only way I'm feelin' comfy is if these niggas go under I'm still King Kong in my jungle, and I got apes ridin' with me Gotta be gangsta 'cause God ain't gon' let no bitch nigga kill me I get to stompin' on that raw like it's a brake check Paid my dues, the game had paid me back, it wrote a blank check Fourth quarter came in strong and I'm startin' to feel that pressure on Mogul, have ten more of 'em sold when he refresh his phone Million dollar jack without no internet, it's a message phone Price check two or three times and you ain't buyin' then you get left alone Tryna get these extras gone Hold on, let me check my phone Tryna get these extras sold Hold on, let me check my phone |
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