Run Up a Check

Rocket Da Goon, Warhol.ss

Me and my niggas tryna run up a check We in a trip just tryna board us a jet You will never understand my Pain and struggle This money, oh, all I know is I gotta hustle I pour up my pain in this dirty Fanta I ain't in the team Ain't doin' it front no cameras I'm makin' plays on the backstreet in pajamas I'm paranoia ain't gonna run Around with the hammer (Same shit, nigga) this 4k, miss My aim ain't perfect ain't no jammin' Some niggas robbin' but no touchin' We go scammin' Rob cooked you and me on his flight home Ain't no scammin' i take all on me 'Til they landin' My forces fly like presidential Where you goin'? Louisiana, Mardi Gras Where they're be porn so icy Shorty stepping in we gotta snore My bitch so bad my niggas love it She be grown she fuck with niggas I'm so thorough i'm the chosen I flip the script change up the wrist My love for ocean Me and my niggas tryna run up a check We in a trip just tryna board us a jet You will never understand my Pain and struggle This money, oh, all I know is I gotta hustle I pour up my pain in this dirty Fanta I ain't in the team Ain't doin' it front no cameras I'm makin' plays on the backstreet in pajamas I'm paranoia ain't gonna run Around with the hammer I'm on the backstreet Ridin' round with the crew i'm paranoia I hope them follow me home Pullin' in the driveway one in the dome I swear this life I live It's a motion picture Every day I crack the seal I'm fuckin' up my liver Free all my niggas locked down in the system I can't front fool stamps in welfare I mean it's so hard I think I need a wheelchair Huh, percocets and politics Kickin' shit with a model, bitch Half ass champ paid a lot for this Ten bans in my jogger, fit You a suck I'ma hit that lick She gave me money and you paid that bitch Serve your favorite rapper a brick Serve your favorite rap with a stick What's up I'm in the booth what's the deal? You in the booth? Yeah, what's up? What are you up to? Fairmont, Santa Monica, you pullin' up? The studio? Yeah What up? I'm with the homies Because, I want the homies too! Me and my niggas tryna run up a check We in a trip just tryna board us a jet You will never understand my Pain and struggle This money, oh, all I know is I gotta hustle I pour up my pain in this dirty Fanta I ain't in the team Ain't doin' it front no cameras I'm makin' plays on the backstreet in pajamas I'm paranoia ain't gonna run Around with the hammer

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