Break Check

By EST Gee

On Ion Feel Nun

Released on March 6, 2020

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[Intro]

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


[Chorus]

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


[Verse 1]

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


[Chorus]

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


[Verse 2]

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


[Chorus]

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