[Checho]

Used to take the 68C, Downtown Saint Paul, realized it didn't matter if

Yall kept hating, second guessing, PMS’ing, like them girls in hot pink dresses

That at night they go bulimic, then fill right back up with breakfast

And you haven’t seen me rock it yet, ain’t no paparazzi yet

Future on your tv screen, wouldn’t you like to watch me yet?

See, I’m crazy rapping, now, hater’s lips are chapping, now

Always trying to improve, now I’m overlapping crowds

I’m melodramatic-raw when the beat is smacking down

Dealing with a hungry man but you ain’t seen me snacking out

Allan K, & franklin, ey, we don’t need an open house

Checho spittin fire balls catching yall with open mouths

Ratchet girls with open blouse, trying to get a wiff at us

I don’t care where you go next as long as we stay previous

Females think like guys too much, don’t try to make me the sus

Sorry ladies, sooner or later we gon’ have to clear the bus

Clear the bus, clear the bus, clear my conscience be a must

Tell em girls get out my car, don’t you look so serious

I’m rocking my ego shuck checho is the deal trust

Dirty was my real love, got so clean I peel dove

Birdies want the D tough, locked your girlfriend, steel cuff

Full move when she kneels, nudge, shorter without heels, brush

If she keeps real, lust won’t exist, then we’ll fuck

But my nigga dio buff I promise that he’ll cuff

Now shes in my ear, yuck, everyone can hear, shush

Cs or ds, cute teeth, tush, callin an appeal, judge

Nothing is concealed, luck cleaning secrets spilled, bust

Ego on a metal head just watch how fast your steel rust

I still must reveal such egos as evil stuff

Now your vultures see me live, on my knob within the week

Thats a habit to adore closing opportunities

Get the dough and show these cookie ass bitter sweet

But how mutual are denials if the futures what I see

Blood and tears up in my cream, foamy mattress in my dream

In the future I’ll afford story of a memory

Getting rich just to survive story of my enemies

Opposite of skewing lies story of a limousine

Can’t make a street your tomb, or fix the minds of the police

Feeling feels like felony, so all my fucks do rest in peace

None without dependency, friends only the entity

Bassed on giving back if you make allies with the melodies/

Fam is who we do it for, working for the enemy

Go break 20 legs runner feeling like a centipede

Copy me to 20 deep thats the team befriending me

Filling up my table yall are welcome I got plenty seats/

Lays when I’m getting paid, I’ll have plenty chips for y’all to eat

Tracks and babes getting play, started out at age 15

Around the same time I just started writing lyrics

About sexing up the ladies that I always came the nearest to/

Then I started writing bout my clic and all the limits

That we broke and all the dumb suburban gangsters we made timid

Making it ghetto in a burb when you didn’t come from a city thats a mis-payment

Light bill trying take over the city lights/

Not paying attention to the hate its just the little likes

That seem to stay keeping me awake replace my pillow with a mic

And could it be that I don’t have enough will to fight

Daily stretch and all, I’m just not the competition type/

Reconcile my friends instead of reconciling women

That will fight over my time so I don’t recognize them bitches

If pretending are your feelings while you see me in these meetings

I’ll amend reality just to reconcile my digits

Still I never feel important, if the money is not importing

Main priority to sort it and the time I’ve lost restore it

Gold or platinum wouldn’t be worth it, turn it up till its distorting

You can’t feel it through the stereo, thats a system of ignorance

All I do is for the future, future me a lot of knowledge

Can’t believe I’m running things then you can come check on my mileage

You can come check on my pages, draw the arrows through my linage

That’s dinero from the pharaohs not for ages to be damaged/

Here to Resume Every Pharaoh, C-H-E-C-H-O

Whats better, gotta love me or get sick of me in terror

Terrifying systems teaching all your children

Nothing bout the devils in this industry I’m killing/

Staring, like theres some violence in the building

But glaring at the man who’s bringing silence to deceive them

Newborns, not ever knowing what conceived them

The only way that ever give them pity/

Seemingly defeated, building with a team

This well earned skill to envision the beginning

Of something you doubted, loud but subconscious

Tying up the presence of you rappers rapping nonsense./

Behind ya, songwriters dong riding ya feelings

If Lucy’s a musician you might as well be minions

Only fucking up eternity and bolting down the e nergy

With locks in the caskets that retain your own identities