Before The Checks - Kid Ink, Casey Veggies

Aw yeah

Way before the checks it was cash and all

The same bitch you lovin' I was passin' on

You don’t really know about my past when I

Ain’t really know how to keep it rational

Full tank nigga you ain’t gotta gas me up

They be trippin' I just roll a blunt and ash shit off

You don’t really know about my past when I

Ain’t really know how to keep it rational

Yeah, yeah

I can really give a fuck less

I know she throwin' pussy, but I told her I get enough sex

Money coming in I could never get enough checks

Wake up to the dough everyday just like it’s breakfast

Check it off my checklist, girl no cuffin or no extra’s

Baby I just make it work out, I ain’t with the flexin'

Finish with my school day so don’t you try to test me

Girl that ass super fat like you straight from Texas

Kid Ink and Young Veggies might just fuck your main bitch

Just sent her back to ya I ain’t tryna smash the same chick

Pinky ring blinging, 'bout to get the custom chain hit

I’m a fly nigga, yeah the type she wanna hang with

Way before the checks it was cash and all

The same bitch you lovin' I was passin' on

You don’t really know about my past when I

Ain’t really know how to keep it rational

Full tank nigga you ain’t gotta gas me up

They be trippin' I just roll a blunt and ash shit off

You don’t really know about my past when I

Ain’t really know how to keep it rational

My first memories was 6 years old

1514 Orange Grove Apartment with the roaches

By the time that I was 5 daddy was locked and gone

And the only thing he taught me «Feds is always on the phone listening»

13 when I started slippin' up at school

15 smokin', drinkin', fuckin', gettin' tattoos

That’s the road to follow when it ain’t no role models

Young hardhead niggas with a hard pill to swallow

I been at this shit for weeks, bangin' on this in MPC

Turn my closet to a booth, Nike boxes on the speaker

You know what I’m representing every time you hear me speaking

LA been my city since I mixed that ramen with the seasoning

Way before the checks it was cash and all

The same bitch you lovin' I was passin' on

You don’t really know about my past when I

Ain’t really know how to keep it rational

Full tank nigga you ain’t gotta gas me up

They be trippin' I just roll a blunt and ash shit off

You don’t really know about my past when I

Ain’t really know how to keep it rational

Aw yeah

Aw yeah

Aw yeah

Aw yeah-eah

Aw yeah

Aw yeah

Aw yeah

Aw yeah-eah

Aw yeah

You don’t really know about my past when I

You don’t really know about

Aw

You don’t really know about my past you know

You don’t really know about the past when we

Did shit that you wouldn’t believe