Yea
Cheque muthaf*cking Lowkks
Upper County San Diego
Seven Six Oh
Assassination
This here is a lyric laceration
Operating in the field just to create an occupation Operation
Telegraphing codes to patrons
Conversation sparks about some kind of revelation
Ammunition starting to get stored down at the station
Some have asked for peace but i expect retaliation
Old people dying like the war took our veterans
Young people popping pills like the shit excedrin
Then we get stuck on the dope like heroin
I can feel the pain
Standing here in vain
Blowing everytime i spit that fire from my brain
For Those who crave the kinda rage that's bottled in a cage
Been stuck inside a cave so here im blasting with the gage
I feel like i been locked up for an ect amount of days
Contemplating different ways for me to leave em in a daze
Aint nothing like a rhyme that be dropped off on a dime
Impeccable so be the time that i swear it was a crime
F*ck it
You tripping then you bet that we gone buck it
Throwing bodies into buckets muthaf*ckers shouldnt trust it
Pulling strings like a puppet
I don't look back when i'm running from the cops
Sammy sosa out the park
Treat the bat like its a glock
I ain't neva gonna stop
I keep firing
That's why the red and blue are tryna stop me
Cheque lowwks ima demon
Evading im quick zig zagging
My vocabulary never lagging Loaded like the winter cabinet
If we battle what's gone happen
Ima just a little too quick to go get it macking Non stop breathless gasping
And i got a ski mask flashing assassin
Visual lyrical rapping
This is just me yapping
You should be clapping im laughing kuz the competitions looking inactive
This is a standardized flowing module here to cause careers debacles
Next thing i know we have won and someone shot you
The priest the pope nor the f*cking doctor coulda come to help survive you
Now i got the five ohs after my disciples
No they'll never catch me slipping i'll just turn around and snipe em
Have no time to say please spite me
Competition infalicious and i'm strong up to the finish
To the finish
To the finish
Cheque Lowkks - Outro Lyrics
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Yea
Cheque muthaf*cking Lowkks
Upper County San Diego
Seven Six Oh
Assassination
This here is a lyric laceration
Operating in the field just to create an occupation Operation
Telegraphing codes to patrons
Conversation sparks about some kind of revelation
Ammunition starting to get stored down at the station
Some have asked for peace but i expect retaliation
Old people dying like the war took our veterans
Young people popping pills like the shit excedrin
Then we get stuck on the dope like heroin
I can feel the pain
Standing here in vain
Blowing everytime i spit that fire from my brain
For Those who crave the kinda rage that's bottled in a cage
Been stuck inside a cave so here im blasting with the gage
I feel like i been locked up for an ect amount of days
Contemplating different ways for me to leave em in a daze
Aint nothing like a rhyme that be dropped off on a dime
Impeccable so be the time that i swear it was a crime
F*ck it
You tripping then you bet that we gone buck it
Throwing bodies into buckets muthaf*ckers shouldnt trust it
Pulling strings like a puppet
I don't look back when i'm running from the cops
Sammy sosa out the park
Treat the bat like its a glock
I ain't neva gonna stop
I keep firing
That's why the red and blue are tryna stop me
Cheque lowwks ima demon
Evading im quick zig zagging
My vocabulary never lagging Loaded like the winter cabinet
If we battle what's gone happen
Ima just a little too quick to go get it macking Non stop breathless gasping
And i got a ski mask flashing assassin
Visual lyrical rapping
This is just me yapping
You should be clapping im laughing kuz the competitions looking inactive
This is a standardized flowing module here to cause careers debacles
Next thing i know we have won and someone shot you
The priest the pope nor the f*cking doctor coulda come to help survive you
Now i got the five ohs after my disciples
No they'll never catch me slipping i'll just turn around and snipe em
Have no time to say please spite me
Competition infalicious and i'm strong up to the finish
To the finish
To the finish
Cheque muthaf*cking Lowkks
Upper County San Diego
Seven Six Oh
Assassination
This here is a lyric laceration
Operating in the field just to create an occupation Operation
Telegraphing codes to patrons
Conversation sparks about some kind of revelation
Ammunition starting to get stored down at the station
Some have asked for peace but i expect retaliation
Old people dying like the war took our veterans
Young people popping pills like the shit excedrin
Then we get stuck on the dope like heroin
I can feel the pain
Standing here in vain
Blowing everytime i spit that fire from my brain
For Those who crave the kinda rage that's bottled in a cage
Been stuck inside a cave so here im blasting with the gage
I feel like i been locked up for an ect amount of days
Contemplating different ways for me to leave em in a daze
Aint nothing like a rhyme that be dropped off on a dime
Impeccable so be the time that i swear it was a crime
F*ck it
You tripping then you bet that we gone buck it
Throwing bodies into buckets muthaf*ckers shouldnt trust it
Pulling strings like a puppet
I don't look back when i'm running from the cops
Sammy sosa out the park
Treat the bat like its a glock
I ain't neva gonna stop
I keep firing
That's why the red and blue are tryna stop me
Cheque lowwks ima demon
Evading im quick zig zagging
My vocabulary never lagging Loaded like the winter cabinet
If we battle what's gone happen
Ima just a little too quick to go get it macking Non stop breathless gasping
And i got a ski mask flashing assassin
Visual lyrical rapping
This is just me yapping
You should be clapping im laughing kuz the competitions looking inactive
This is a standardized flowing module here to cause careers debacles
Next thing i know we have won and someone shot you
The priest the pope nor the f*cking doctor coulda come to help survive you
Now i got the five ohs after my disciples
No they'll never catch me slipping i'll just turn around and snipe em
Have no time to say please spite me
Competition infalicious and i'm strong up to the finish
To the finish
To the finish
Writer: Esequiel Ramirez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid