Tasman Keith, Genesis Owusu - CHEQUE lyrics
[Tasman Keith, Genesis Owusu - CHEQUE lyrics]
Just can't tell it all
Just can't tell it all
Yeah
Me don't talk to you nice
I won't do advice
I don't shake your hand, no
That shit to polite
Her wet on my stage
I blame it on the hype, uh
Forty-five minute
All I need to take your life, psych
I don't cuff (Ayy)
They sit down when my name call
Lil power-puff (That's mine)
Sugar spice I like 'em tall
Like half an hour up
See the envy in your talk
I can't fuck with a beaten down mental
What you thought? (Ayy)
We needwe need a saviour
We need someone who's going to
Come down to this Earth
(The king, the king, the king, the king)
Oh, yeah
It sounds so soulful, don't you agree?
(Andand just do something for us)
It sounds so soulful, don't you agree?
My words made a cheque
My words made a cheque
My mama finding peace, I curved on my ex
My words made a cheque
My words made a cheque
I just meditate
Close my eyes and I'm the best
(Holy shit, it's hard)
I wake in my sleep (Sleep)
See nothing changed from dream (Dream)
See vision on my face (Huh)
Like it's Gucci ice cream (Uhuh)
I lean, I lean
I rock with then I lean, uh
She just sent a pic
To my new device screen
I told her "Watch 'em ego trip"
I bust their ego lip
I pull up in that new old
"Don't complain" fit, don't know
Who they came with
But they ain't game fit
I hit em with the 1, 2, 3
Yup, Kane grip
I mean, I mean
I show up just to leave
I put, put on your sixteens
You don't rock up next to me
Without an invoice, price and fee
I can smell your jeopardy
A.O.T.Y, who's, please?
I can't tolerate him
My slaughter ratings don't moderate
My conglomerate is the dominate
I can't follow, wait
I done, uh
ARIA eight noms isn't enough
Twenty-three sold out off of my cuff
You callin' my phone
I'm callin' your bluff
You put your name next to mine
The audacity
Turn down your release
You disturb my sleep
I don't like you niggas
I just tolerate ye
I don't like you niggas
I just tolerate ye
Just can't tell it all
Yeah
Me don't talk to you nice
I won't do advice
I don't shake your hand, no
That shit to polite
Her wet on my stage
I blame it on the hype, uh
Forty-five minute
All I need to take your life, psych
I don't cuff (Ayy)
They sit down when my name call
Lil power-puff (That's mine)
Sugar spice I like 'em tall
Like half an hour up
See the envy in your talk
I can't fuck with a beaten down mental
What you thought? (Ayy)
We needwe need a saviour
We need someone who's going to
Come down to this Earth
(The king, the king, the king, the king)
Oh, yeah
It sounds so soulful, don't you agree?
(Andand just do something for us)
It sounds so soulful, don't you agree?
My words made a cheque
My words made a cheque
My mama finding peace, I curved on my ex
My words made a cheque
My words made a cheque
I just meditate
Close my eyes and I'm the best
(Holy shit, it's hard)
I wake in my sleep (Sleep)
See nothing changed from dream (Dream)
See vision on my face (Huh)
Like it's Gucci ice cream (Uhuh)
I lean, I lean
I rock with then I lean, uh
She just sent a pic
To my new device screen
I told her "Watch 'em ego trip"
I bust their ego lip
I pull up in that new old
"Don't complain" fit, don't know
Who they came with
But they ain't game fit
I hit em with the 1, 2, 3
Yup, Kane grip
I mean, I mean
I show up just to leave
I put, put on your sixteens
You don't rock up next to me
Without an invoice, price and fee
I can smell your jeopardy
A.O.T.Y, who's, please?
I can't tolerate him
My slaughter ratings don't moderate
My conglomerate is the dominate
I can't follow, wait
I done, uh
ARIA eight noms isn't enough
Twenty-three sold out off of my cuff
You callin' my phone
I'm callin' your bluff
You put your name next to mine
The audacity
Turn down your release
You disturb my sleep
I don't like you niggas
I just tolerate ye
I don't like you niggas
I just tolerate ye