"Check the Label" lyrics
(feat. F.O.B Pook)
They say the root of all evil is money, but shit, people did me worse
That's why when you see me out, I'm only rocking with my day ones, you know, sandbox shit
I mean, a couple new ones came along, but they loyalty was tested
They passed, so they affiliated or whatever
You know if we all stand together, no one can intervene
I try to play fair, but I'm a Scorpio, so shit
Sometimes I sting, but fuck it, they deserved it
Money come and go but loyalty in love is forever
So now anyone who gets blessed by the gang gotta earn it
And just to see who's riding, I filled a bag with money and I burned it
Just some more motivation to touch mo'
And if they don't get it, check the label
Money on my mind, I can't afford to waste time
Stay up out them people face 'cause I ain't trying to face time
You know I like my liquor straight, I ain't tryna chase mine
You know I like my liquor straight, how I like my tape line
Hottest youngin out the bitty, heard that through the grapevine
We used to race to the base, now shooters on the baseline
Thinking back like way back, we used to have some great times
Damn, we use to have some great times
'Member me and Fats, we was sleeping on the airbed
That's my nigga right or wrong, you know I'm rocking to the death bed
They know I stood ten toes even when I broke my left leg
Poppoe had that bitch in school, ain't go to class but he kept lead
Loyalty make you blood
No matter you a pastor or a thug, wasn't raised to give a fuck
I respect you for the shit you put on earth
Bae, I've been a dog since birth, Grim Reaper, I'm invested in a hearse
Got the ghost and took my granddaddy to church
Huh, yeah
And I'm only speaking facts over beats
Boat loads of them hoes that you tweet, before I fuck, wash your sheets
No, I ain't got no ego
Five years old, screaming CeeLo
Big nigga, bike sound like Debo's, but nah, I ain't no bully
Real pitbull, this a fully, cold-blooded nigga, anemia in my hoodie
Never made a promise I ain't keep
Probably lied to some hoes on the beach, just to get 'em to our street
Showing that we really outside, fuck the forecast
NH in my gummy headphones, I need more cash, touch money
That's why when you see me out, I'm only rocking with my day ones, you know, sandbox shit
I mean, a couple new ones came along, but they loyalty was tested
They passed, so they affiliated or whatever
You know if we all stand together, no one can intervene
I try to play fair, but I'm a Scorpio, so shit
Sometimes I sting, but fuck it, they deserved it
Money come and go but loyalty in love is forever
So now anyone who gets blessed by the gang gotta earn it
And just to see who's riding, I filled a bag with money and I burned it
Just some more motivation to touch mo'
And if they don't get it, check the label
Money on my mind, I can't afford to waste time
Stay up out them people face 'cause I ain't trying to face time
You know I like my liquor straight, I ain't tryna chase mine
You know I like my liquor straight, how I like my tape line
Hottest youngin out the bitty, heard that through the grapevine
We used to race to the base, now shooters on the baseline
Thinking back like way back, we used to have some great times
Damn, we use to have some great times
'Member me and Fats, we was sleeping on the airbed
That's my nigga right or wrong, you know I'm rocking to the death bed
They know I stood ten toes even when I broke my left leg
Poppoe had that bitch in school, ain't go to class but he kept lead
Loyalty make you blood
No matter you a pastor or a thug, wasn't raised to give a fuck
I respect you for the shit you put on earth
Bae, I've been a dog since birth, Grim Reaper, I'm invested in a hearse
Got the ghost and took my granddaddy to church
Huh, yeah
And I'm only speaking facts over beats
Boat loads of them hoes that you tweet, before I fuck, wash your sheets
No, I ain't got no ego
Five years old, screaming CeeLo
Big nigga, bike sound like Debo's, but nah, I ain't no bully
Real pitbull, this a fully, cold-blooded nigga, anemia in my hoodie
Never made a promise I ain't keep
Probably lied to some hoes on the beach, just to get 'em to our street
Showing that we really outside, fuck the forecast
NH in my gummy headphones, I need more cash, touch money
