| This shit ain’t just happen overnight
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| It took time for me to run my check up
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| Puttin' in work, can’t cheat the grind
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| It took time for me to run my check up
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| Keep the 45 when I slide
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| Wanna see me down cause I ran my check up
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| Everybody sayin' it’s my time
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| I’m in my prize, I’m bout to run my check up
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| Run my check up, I’mma run my check up
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| Run my check up, I’m bout to run my check up
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, ooooh
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| Run the check up, I’m bout to overlap ya
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| Finessin', had to overtax ya
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| Dress classic, but I’m totin' ratchets
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| No license, still dippin' through traffic
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| Ride with my youngins
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| At the red light, green light we dumpin'
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| Trap still jumpin', licks still comin'
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| Had to make something outta nothing
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| In and outta cells, been through hell
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| I was 14, sittin' in jail
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| I ain’t tell, kept my lips sealed like mail
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| Want beef? |
| I give shells, I give
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| Can’t get you, get your momma
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| Or get your father, cut him up like a barber
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| Rock on my hip, totin' Sean Carter
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| Jumped in the game late, should’ve been a starter
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| When I get mad, I get trigger-happy
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| Move off impulse, lose by fetti
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| Blow the fetti
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| My do a show and drop four g’s, thirties on a Chevy
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| Or drop Larry, mouthpiece scary
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| Real rap, real life, no Tyler Perry
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| Stopped smokin' weed, still on molly
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| Jackboy, he a jigga-holic
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| Pull up in that what you call it?
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| Two Glock shorty, clip hold 30
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| Try and cross me like you Curry
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| Put 30 in your jersey
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| I’m not servin', bitch I’m lurkin'
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| Me and Bill in a suburban
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| Up the road, window pokin'
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| Schemin', 7 in the mornin'
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| Bitch I’m on it, bitch I’m on it
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| I just booted on the monkey
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| Now you wanna be my homie?
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| Nah, I’m staright, I got this on me
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| Sniper!
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| This shit ain’t just happen overnight
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| It took time for me to run my check up
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| Puttin' in work, can’t cheat the grind
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| It took time for me to run my check up
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| Keep the 45 when I slide
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| Wanna see me down cause I ran my check up
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| Everybody sayin' it’s my time
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| I’m in my prize, I’m bout to run my check up
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| Run my check up, I’mma run my check up
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| Run my check up, I’m bout to run my check up
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, ooooh
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| I’mma run that check up crazy like I’m in the Olympics
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| It’s lil Kodak, I be snappin' like I’m photogenic
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| I left the high broke, I came back with some money
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| Grind hard till' everybody say that they your cousin
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| It ain’t happen overnight, a nigga was out here hustlin'
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| I remember when I was broke and I ain’t have nothin'
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| Me and Jackboy, we be thuggin', we be roadrunnin'
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| If you lookin' for me, you can catch me on the Ugly
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| Oh I just want some sucky-sucky, don’t want no lovey-dovey
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| On 1800, I hit a nigga for a whole onion
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| I’m a Haitian boy, got people love me way in London
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| I’m a Haitian boy, you know I’m runnin' with them zombies
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| Like waste management, how niggas quick to go to dumpin'
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| How I pull up in that orange, look like a damn pumpkin
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| I remember when I ain’t have it now I fuckin' got it
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| And the way I run that check up, you could call me Sonic
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| This shit ain’t just happen overnight
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| It took time for me to run my check up
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| Puttin' in work, can’t cheat the grind
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| It took time for me to run my check up
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| Keep the 45 when I slide
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| Wanna see me down cause I ran my check up
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| Everybody sayin' it’s my time
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| I’m in my prize, I’m bout to run my check up
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| Run my check up, I’mma run my check up
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| Run my check up, I’m bout to run my check up
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, ooooh |