Tekst piosenki
(Hook)
Looking for a check in the city
Looking for a check in the city
Looking for a check in the city
Got to get money, money
(Verse One)
Military mind on the money I be in the trenches making paper I’m a get some more
Looking for a check in the city bitch I’m hunting for it running fuckin up the great outdoors
Something on my mind I’m a get it, something in my way I be stickin like Ali on Joe
Floating like a bee to the honey black butterfly in the jungle crushing bricks they throw
Lately, struggle got me feeling frustrated hustle and I know I’m gone make it
I know my destiny is more than amazing
Ducking hating motherfuckers like they the plague and
Meet alot of fake faces
Even on the days I’m wasted
I be focused on the bigger things and
No part of me will be fugazi
I’m a real nigga
(Verse Two)
Hungry appetite Free Willy never satisfied tryna snatch the fuckin meat off the bone
Never gettin caught up in no feelings I think I see the chosen in the light
They know the shit I’m on
Animals in cages going under nigga bite the lock don’t never classify the weak with da strong
Asking for a way up out da dungeon tryna get da key to unchain the gate of pain where we born
Notice, cards on the table keep flippin
Doggish niggas full of snake venom
Trouble with the chances they giving
The bullets the planets keep spinning
Started with the purple haze then
Graduated freebasing
Girl make the heart race and
Boy make ya itch dope suicide
Only the, only the chosen bitch
Looking for a check in the city… the city… the city…..
Yeah
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