Crew is coming for the check
Keep the pressure in the back
Tell the state to pay my debt
Bust in Congress with a strap
Gravedigger to the left
Know the right gon the Mac
It’s collection day uncle Niggas finna pay it back
Rally my niggas and fallout
Pull up in court and we ball out
Wearing the pull-ups, I knew I was winning,
I’m great the moment I fall out
Otherwise you’re another guy 
Manipulated by the other side
No dark side
They light the show
Look back stage and be mortified
Miss me with all of your taxes 
I’m still climbing the brackets 
Cake in my pocket 
I’m tasting the chocolate, you know I am packing the fatness
No choice to protect it with that lethal weapon
Testing my patience pop off in a second
Wreck it Ralphing with the message
Plotting to drop me and leave you with questions
I’m repping Zulu
Calling all hazel, 
We jumping the fences and shorten the sentence
White folks is running
Don’t be offended, we come from the same but your granddaddy tripping 
Granddaddy tripping, I’m breaking his neck and he hang from the ceiling
Rest in feces no love for a villain
Pardon my attendance from this funeral
Just collect a commission on the body like 24
Land a kill on the 7th, and celebrate with the digits,
Split with my niggas
Auntie stuffed in the fridge
I ain’t flossing nigga I’m flaw’s son, better recognize
So worthy, blow all chips and still hold the world on my best side
Testimony make no dime till the mist thick,
Make blind bang, break senses
Mind taken like which way,
Lost in traffic cane tapping shit
Protect the service gonna drive past
Bullet proofing big insects
Training for the day we snap, recycle all our shit back
Fuck that, call Black Plague,
Call Sun Tzu
I’m going down in the heat of battle, or seeing all what your funds do
Lay you back and it’s fun to
Soldier man with no piece
Gun smoke in his reach 
Ducking down, he’ll catch em all,
Y’all bugging now
We don’t fuck around,
Symbols out the sound and we going up,
Watch how fast we infest
But still counting down my paper route in the mean time because,
Secret service has no interest in this mind frame
Who’s looking at me
Ain’t stressing now i just pose for it
April rolls around,
You ain’t got that bread to show for it
Popo bust your crib,
Grab the penny’s and the broke boy
Burn your bed the payment
Ain’t been home since the cadence was purpose crispy
Intentions tasting ugly like raisins
Just defend with your razer
Get they head on the pavement,
And break a thousand temples before your thoughts are cremated

Collection Day

(Sturge, woah, Checho)
I was 
I was (Your boy is out here panicking)
I was Headed to a set, half dressed
My trajectory had partners from the get,
Arrow pointed towards my dick,
On a graph of the last ten, hopeful years spent Pockets looking suspect
Aimed for apples,
I punctured necks. Better boys shot for checks,
Left school with a stolen shine
People watch a wrong step and call it the business,
but no forgiving when tell me they tell me take two to the left
Now I’m feeling heat
No Talaban, but I’m wearing flames to see, and it’s plain to me, 
my visions blurred with the fades of green,
I’m bienvenue to the maple leaves,
The border brings the bay in me
Transcription of my wave full displayed the seeds,
I lay it down for a blood, well done for cuh
A living point of view that’s gone terminal
Caesar chefing verbs in bulk, got words galore. 
My nigga i'm just surfing and bobbin all on the surface, avoiding from slipping, fumbling keys to some transients
Throw in the dice, because my four fathers don’t bet the biscuit, status quota got a crowd controlled deep like some ambien
America the slanted kids. I said America the slanted kids
I just wanna lean back, show the Terror Squad the fucking man I is
No hesitation to chop my mind before the bandages prove potential, 
preserving bundles of wisdom distorted by cannabis
Surrounding mountains of matter while ancestors too engaged with sage, entranced by granny kids,
Dammit
Your boy is out here panicking
I was (Yeah, I was all over)
I was 
Your boy is out here panicking

I Was

(Checho, listen)
I’m Lucid by night, I’ve lost it by day
But what’s the difference to me?
I said I’m lucid by day, I’ve lost it by night
But what’s the difference to me?
I said I’m lucid by night, I’ve lost it by day
you’re trapped in your mind, your trapped in your mind your light is at bay
But what’s the difference to me?
I’m cool at this speed
Light-speed
My isolations seems too slow for the screen,
I maximize fuel inside my hyper want to be seen
Headphones override a system lost my hearing to thieves
You want it?
You want it?
I put in labor in Colorado repeat it on that green work,
Recycle family bravado success in my genes,
I’ve noticed staring through your impatience, Foot tapping your contemplations, 
Bitter tasting my pinch of progress seem too hard to swallow. 
Bumping thoughts to run routes all across your stage,
Like during my marathon, we won’t mention I’m too hard to follow
Don’t attack the wrist crackers intake of clip, While my niggas put outtakes on wax call it pivotal
Admit the cost of falling into the typical, Backwards, closed eyes, deep breathing in aromas, medicinal
Air quotes on clean describe our steady puffin Purpose not determined but it help us change the subject
Dreaming with the sun my biggest obstacle’s an abyss
Don’t call me extroverted with no proof of me in public 
Public, woah
Craving more, we’re containing the power.
I’m stacking earth cakes
Won’t leave a quarter shaking for cowards like mag 10
Aim for Magic satchels like where does my bag end 
Toronto I forgot what I make in the past tense. I’m past ten.
Compton ain’t lying to the kin. 
Thats K, no C, dot the end,
My brother pen been locked up since he copped the zan
No biggy banger see the light of day, remain in range of Chech, turn up 6 under deck, look up my middle fingers waiting
Flow over your head, swear the eagles endangered. (Swear the eagles endangered)
I’m Lucid by night, I’ve lost it by day 
But what’s the difference to me?
I said lucid by day, I’ve lost it by night
But what’s the difference to me 
I said I’m lucid by night, I’ve lost it by day You’re trapped in your mind,
Your trapped in your mind,
Your light is at bay
But what’s the difference to me?
I’m cool at this speed

Magnitude

I’m from F town,
Where they call me sturge
Nowadays I go by Chech
Add the O, If you in my bed or,
If you know the rest,
Of the words of every song to be made by a legend in the making
It’s a curse to be blessed
Without hard times colder than umpires to satchel Paige
My pen runs out of ink the bar before something deep can get to the sheet
Damn shame now I’m making a mess of what my mama made
Two brownies out of the oven, slow baked
Looking crispier than a,
White girl in Hawaii (yeah)
Cold air ain’t enough to save
Peep the burns on his body 
Through mass trial and error now I’m stuck on my Wiley.
I’m feeling old is hell, two years from 21 
I predict a fall from a natural cause sooner than y’all thought no 2012. 
Till then, a gamble couldn’t tell the tale
Of a nigga trying to make it out average,
Extra cheesy your pallet
Beg for seconds of savage this delivery like oh no,
Stumble up ya domino flow
With the madness, bitch,
Just call it mojo round these
Get with the rhymes
Leave you lost in mines
Run through life with your shovel need a brush to find big facts fossils hide behind your attire
That display your lit
Besides that you i can see lack style and confidence
Chain looking like some sausage link
Get up out my face
Frustrated with some pompas shit
From niggas on streets that don’t rock with glocks but they claim the bomb
My eye twitching
Mutation flaring up, 
Rip my extra arm out my back
Thorn gripping this game
Ain’t gonna break the bond
Because I’m a monster and I made it
But I’m great in the making
I swear it’s habit, just see the form in the cadence,
Or in the cage with a saber
Strike my heart with nails, better pray I’m satan sedated.
I’m Floating up, floating up, gotta go away 
Slow motion take a shot of space 
Set sail to Immortal apart of the plan\
The son gonna show you the way
I’m gonna show you the way