Checho - R3P lyrics

[Checho] Used to take the 68C, Downtown Saint Paul, realized it didn't matter if Yall kept hating, second guessing, PMS'ing, like them girls in hot pink dresses That at night they go bulimic, then fill right back up with breakfast And you haven't seen me rock it yet, ain't no paparazzi yet Future on your tv screen, wouldn't you like to watch me yet? See, I'm crazy rapping, now, hater's lips are chapping, now Always trying to improve, now I'm overlapping crowds I'm melodramatic-raw when the beat is smacking down Dealing with a hungry man but you ain't seen me snacking out Allan K, & franklin, ey, we don't need an open house Checho spittin fire balls catching yall with open mouths Ratchet girls with open blouse, trying to get a wiff at us I don't care where you go next as long as we stay previous Females think like guys too much, don't try to make me the sus Sorry ladies, sooner or later we gon' have to clear the bus Clear the bus, clear the bus, clear my conscience be a must Tell em girls get out my car, don't you look so serious I'm rocking my ego shuck checho is the deal trust Dirty was my real love, got so clean I peel dove Birdies want the D tough, locked your girlfriend, steel cuff Full move when she kneels, nudge, shorter without heels, brush If she keeps real, lust won't exist, then we'll f** But my n***a dio buff I promise that he'll cuff Now shes in my ear, yuck, everyone can hear, shush Cs or ds, cute teeth, tush, callin an appeal, judge Nothing is concealed, luck cleaning secrets spilled, bust Ego on a metal head just watch how fast your steel rust I still must reveal such egos as evil stuff Now your vultures see me live, on my knob within the week Thats a habit to adore closing opportunities Get the dough and show these cookie a** bitter sweet But how mutual are denials if the futures what I see Blood and tears up in my cream, foamy mattress in my dream In the future I'll afford story of a memory Getting rich just to survive story of my enemies Opposite of skewing lies story of a limousine Can't make a street your tomb, or fix the minds of the police Feeling feels like felony, so all my f**s do rest in peace None without dependency, friends only the entity Ba**ed on giving back if you make allies with the melodies/ Fam is who we do it for, working for the enemy Go break 20 legs runner feeling like a centipede Copy me to 20 deep thats the team befriending me Filling up my table yall are welcome I got plenty seats/ Lays when I'm getting paid, I'll have plenty chips for y'all to eat Tracks and babes getting play, started out at age 15 Around the same time I just started writing lyrics About s**ing up the ladies that I always came the nearest to/ Then I started writing bout my clic and all the limits That we broke and all the dumb suburban gangsters we made timid Making it ghetto in a burb when you didn't come from a city thats a mis-payment Light bill trying take over the city lights/ Not paying attention to the hate its just the little likes That seem to stay keeping me awake replace my pillow with a mic And could it be that I don't have enough will to fight Daily stretch and all, I'm just not the competition type/ Reconcile my friends instead of reconciling women That will fight over my time so I don't recognize them b**hes If pretending are your feelings while you see me in these meetings I'll amend reality just to reconcile my digits Still I never feel important, if the money is not importing Main priority to sort it and the time I've lost restore it Gold or platinum wouldn't be worth it, turn it up till its distorting You can't feel it through the stereo, thats a system of ignorance All I do is for the future, future me a lot of knowledge Can't believe I'm running things then you can come check on my mileage You can come check on my pages, draw the arrows through my linage That's dinero from the pharaohs not for ages to be damaged/ Here to Resume Every Pharaoh, C-H-E-C-H-O Whats better, gotta love me or get sick of me in terror Terrifying systems teaching all your children Nothing bout the devils in this industry I'm k**ing/ Staring, like theres some violence in the building But glaring at the man who's bringing silence to deceive them Newborns, not ever knowing what conceived them The only way that ever give them pity/ Seemingly defeated, building with a team This well earned sk** to envision the beginning Of something you doubted, loud but subconscious Tying up the presence of you rappers rapping nonsense./ Behind ya, songwriters dong riding ya feelings If Lucy's a musician you might as well be minions Only f**ing up eternity and bolting down the e nergy With locks in the caskets that retain your own identities