Checkers* (feat. olivier*)

Well the van's outside and your man's outside, I haven't got time to eat If you mad bout mine cause I got no time, I don't see you be rich If you pray I die and you rev outside, your ride about to be my bitch If you wake up mad with the coke on the dash, I don't see how you live Well the fact is man I'm a factor low-key think I'd rather Got more peeps in my chair than Fallon, back and forth it's a rally Cig in my mouth and there's smoke in your eyes, just partly-part of fashion F*ck on a baddie, send me the addy, her man don't make her happy How bad is she? No panties in my Maserati How classy? bathroom at the party, she high get me high Off my own supply and I die super close to slightly I got my dime and my diamond here glistening I got no time to be ill and I'm sickening I got no time to be taking out witnesses I know that somebody be listening Yuh, life's a bitch but it pays me pension, I keep a bad bitch for attention Didn't make sound in student sections, Homegrown talent in the eye of the tempest Went cut to bare like Memphis Got a lot to atone for got mentions Picked me to be great like elections You a bitch impact-less gentian Too long me shun camp, me and bean go sky high like blimp A deity told me I'm the shit, broken b and b's to a ride high with a clip Fear me scram with a snap or click, beer me, C pass a J, that's lit Benny B taught me how to sell bricks, I ball hard like New York Knicks Yuh, uh, what the f*ck? I start that scheme cause I run 'em up K, GK streams gotta run 'em up, outsell L Bean, just another one Yuh, uh, what the f*ck? Hear the rain then I gotta run KS ruling, find another one, thats 21 one mic one gun Checkers bitch