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
Fuck 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 fuck? 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 fuck? Hear the rain then I gotta run
KS ruling, find another one, thats 21 one mic one gun
Checkers bitch