Chasin' a Check

I want respect
I want respect, I want it
I want respect
I want respect, I want it
Chasing a check, chasing a check, I want it, want it
Young nigga got that bag on me

Chasing a check, I want respect
My Niggas my dawgs, my bitch is my pet
Beating the odds, turned to a vet
Niggas on pause, my niggas on next
Shoot at the arm, wearing a vest
Blood in my palm, looking a mess
Told her stay calm, she look in distress
Shout out the real not too many left

Not too my left, let's make a bet
Niggas be fake, you could recheck
How long it take, give it sec
Get what you make, take what you get
Never get caught, cheat on the test
I let it off, that's on the set
Cartier shades, Running a press
Pretty Lil face, she gimme neck

She gimme neck, she gimme neck, she gimme she gimme
She gimme neck, she gimme neck, she gimme she gimme
Diamonds on me come from Tiffany
Niggas envy, that look seem familiar
Screaming free the real, half you niggas reeler

You niggas rats

Get you a check, don't get it wet
Weather the storm, flood the Patek
Making her smile, niggas be vexed
Niggas be snakes, they add tile to the rep
They let it spray, get your child from the steps
Work in the day, while your nights for the rest
Can't run away, give it your best

Chasing a check, I want respect
My Niggas my dawgs, my bitch is my pet
Beating the odds, turned to a vet
Niggas on pause, my niggas on next
Shoot at the arm, wearing a vest
Blood in my palm, looking a mess
Told her stay calm, she look in distress
Shout out the real not too many left

Ain't no complaints, ain't no regrets
Chasing the green, play for the jets
Niggas be feen, I'm god in the flesh
Left her on seen, got her depressed
Girl ima king, gotta contest
Great through genes, pep in my step
By any means, I gotta rep
For them Youngin's who come straight out the jects
Whole lotta pain, I'm outta breath
Work on my aim, shoot with a wess
Settle for change, never for less
Sip on champagne while playing chess
She give me brain, so intellect
Niggas be lame, no introspect
Nothing to gain, we won't connect
Me and fake niggas can't intersect
I was betrayed
I was in debt
I was ordained
I was neglected
Had to sustain from all that rejection
Pray to god every night for protection
Coming first I don't know what is second,
Keep your thoughts nigga, fuck what you recon
If you a doubter by now you learned your lesson

Chasing a check, I want respect
My Niggas my dawgs, my bitch is my pet
Beating the odds, turned to a vet
Niggas on pause, my niggas on next
(I'm working hard, I got a rep)
Shoot at the arm, wearing a vest
Blood in my palm, looking a mess
Told her stay calm, she look in distress
Shout out the real not too many left



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Johnson
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