Good Night

Checkit - Attitude

How I’m shaking like a tambourine, baby wanna stay one more night, no Adam Levine. Got me acting mean, for action I’m a massive fiend, dumbest in my class but with the pad I gotta Bach degree. This the type of shit that make you wild out n fuck the rules, this the type of shit you bumpin while you stylin in the coupe, this the type of shit they trying to create but got no groove, I ain’t got nothing to prove, but I’m shooting shots 200 proof. BOOM, middle finger that’s what I throw up, to the doubters talking shit, constrict a beat like a boa. I got a lil gas thinking imma roll up, only taking pics from a right angle, soh cah toa. Tell me they ain’t know us, soon they’ll be givin notice, I’m the hottest thing out with no contract to promote us. Yeah my pride too big for a label persona, can’t bend in backwards till I’m snapped in half like flip Motorola’s, I’m rolling. Over opponents, ya hoes and exponent’s. I’ve stolen the moment, just me myself and I, no components. Necrosis flows, lacking passion phony bitch cut the bogus, I got em osteoporosis on the floor like a toe print. So explosive, people in the back get em up, one time, I ain’t think they fucking had em enough one time, twisting up a wrap, while im rappin for fun, shawty tatted, bet she understand that she bad as fuck. Now I’m working at a. New pace, tryna see layered coloured money in the suitcase. Want it busting out the motherfucker like a bouquet, layers on layers shit it’s looking like a fruit cake. Kid on point tell em period, set in stone like a pyramid, face to face I see fear in it, fuck a wave I be steering ship, young and broke but I’m feeling rich, gonna get hung like some clearances whipping it right out the dealership, v12 ring with the eeriness. Y’all can’t be serious, I’m clearly a miracle sent, my weary lids gone condensate, compensate my tier on ascend. I’m zeroing, the scope up on yo head man I’m nearing revenge, the button fucking pushed now all the walls looking hieroglyphics. HEY, dawg I’m colder than an igloo, maggots in the studio like homes this dudes an issue, homeless drip mahfuka gotta keep the fit loose, and Imma be myself with no apology the sick truth. YEAH, Everyday I write a verse the requirement, tatted name across the chest because I walk with entitlement. Oh man, bet Im lookin fly while rockin designer shit, mix the dolce with the Gucci, how my favourite idols did. Yeah, couple whips won’t even run up the mileage, couple king size beds, for the rooms that nobody rent. Couple private rides, glasses clinging, shit gotta a lot of tint. Couple people in my life be saying that I’m too moderate, give a fuck.  




Beat: MaxxTurnn 
Artist: Stanley

Send Me to Hell (That Kid Kearve & Huskii - Cut)

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