SOUL CHECKA
Voodoo... voodoo
Ayy What Weezy say
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm a beast, imma dog, imma motherfuckin problem
Okay your goon what's a goon to mob squad, organized, suit and ties
You know how we comin', run that shit back
Chyeah
I'm a beast, imma dog, imma motherfuckin problem
Okay your goon what's a goon to mob squad, organized, suit and ties
Chyeah, who making playa shit like this, I keep it righteous
Deep into yo iris, don't move ya eye lids, golden touch like Midas
Let me know if you prefer silence (shh)
Cuz I'm the soul checka (I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka)
I'm the soul checka
Just cuz you gotta gun, that don't make you a gansgta
I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka
Just cuz you hit a lick, that don't make you the hardest
I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka
Just cuz you laid a hit, that don't make you an artist
I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka
Just cuz you got rich, that dont make you a target
I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka
Step up in the spot and I already read ya
I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka
Moved to L.A. I guess its time to throw a check up
Where my dogs at (WOOF)
Yeah I'm off that on the roof
Took her through the playas elevator
This is how we do
Hut one, Hut two, sip that 1942
We bumpin' smooth shit, chyeah, and a lot of Gucci
We really do this, could have made it a movie
Could not evade it or loosen, this true music gotta stay exclusive
Play elusive in the field, when that shit get real
But don't worry my people cuz I won't disappear
Imperial foundation, spread across the nation
Built it, roots go deep im not wiltin'
Filtered check my steeze I stay Silky
Filthy, filled with greed you so guilty
I can see it in ya eyes, I can see it in ya smize
I can hear it through ya vocals, I can feel you telling lies
Like you work for pro-bono, off brand no logo, aww man that mojo
Cuz I'm the soul checka (I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka)
I'm the soul checka
Just cuz you gotta gun, that don't make you a gansgta
I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka
Just cuz you hit a lick, that don't make you the hardest
I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka
Just cuz you laid a hit, that don't make you an artist
I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka
Just cuz you got rich, that don't make you a targe
I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka
I'm the soul checka
Ayy What Weezy say
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm a beast, imma dog, imma motherfuckin problem
Okay your goon what's a goon to mob squad, organized, suit and ties
You know how we comin', run that shit back
Chyeah
I'm a beast, imma dog, imma motherfuckin problem
Okay your goon what's a goon to mob squad, organized, suit and ties
Chyeah, who making playa shit like this, I keep it righteous
Deep into yo iris, don't move ya eye lids, golden touch like Midas
Let me know if you prefer silence (shh)
Cuz I'm the soul checka (I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka)
I'm the soul checka
Just cuz you gotta gun, that don't make you a gansgta
I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka
Just cuz you hit a lick, that don't make you the hardest
I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka
Just cuz you laid a hit, that don't make you an artist
I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka
Just cuz you got rich, that dont make you a target
I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka
Step up in the spot and I already read ya
I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka
Moved to L.A. I guess its time to throw a check up
Where my dogs at (WOOF)
Yeah I'm off that on the roof
Took her through the playas elevator
This is how we do
Hut one, Hut two, sip that 1942
We bumpin' smooth shit, chyeah, and a lot of Gucci
We really do this, could have made it a movie
Could not evade it or loosen, this true music gotta stay exclusive
Play elusive in the field, when that shit get real
But don't worry my people cuz I won't disappear
Imperial foundation, spread across the nation
Built it, roots go deep im not wiltin'
Filtered check my steeze I stay Silky
Filthy, filled with greed you so guilty
I can see it in ya eyes, I can see it in ya smize
I can hear it through ya vocals, I can feel you telling lies
Like you work for pro-bono, off brand no logo, aww man that mojo
Cuz I'm the soul checka (I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka)
I'm the soul checka
Just cuz you gotta gun, that don't make you a gansgta
I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka
Just cuz you hit a lick, that don't make you the hardest
I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka
Just cuz you laid a hit, that don't make you an artist
I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka
Just cuz you got rich, that don't make you a targe
I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka, I'm the soul checka
I'm the soul checka
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Writer(s): William Wallace
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