Cut the Cheque

Catch me on the record Hoo banging
Listening to Khruangbin
You can’t win
Name anywhere my crew ain’t been
You would die to be my suitcase man
I got it covered like a toupee fam
The jam don’t stop at 2am

So what you sayin?
We do the damn thing til the roof cave in
True mayhem
You do it like me?
You playing later
Potatoed alligator soufflé man I got a waiter - nah
I got accounts - nah
I gotta bounce
Been the man since I got allowance

Now I’m out to get large amounts
Bada bing
Bought a house
Who woulda thought it when I started out

And if I quit it I’m trippin cause really picture me slipping on this one?
The flow particularly sickening
The Jordan got no pity for Pippens rep the city I live in ...
With precision

When I rhyme it’s compliments to the chef Condiments to the left
Did it to death give a critic the left
The kid is blessed cut the cheque see my clique in the flesh
I wrote a rhyme so sick you’d wretch
Pop rappers you got dick on your breath curse your soul was it worth the dough
Make a poster for birth control it’s personal

You gotta get yourself vertical I wouldn’t slip in flurries of snow if I had vertigo I promise
I’m too ill you catch jaundice
I’m too real for all fact findersa and that’s homage
This food for thought after that we smash the China
And be out - I’m in a class that’s timeless we passed by ya Like a opportunity that ain’t knock. They said I’m hot like Vesuvius exploding Soviets cock the uzi Cop the Louis
Roll through with the Squadelupe
You cats is snoozie - don’t watch me