QuinceLu - Background Check (Chiraq Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] (Okay Hold up Background Check) (Lets see if this kid could spit) [Verse 1: Quince] Ight... Im Drinking up to my preference Bombay making my breathe stink Bad b**hes all in my checklist No f**s twisted my brain sinks Im thinking maybe Ill drink six Im past ten, and thats past tense No remorse when I lose sense I wake up with no movements Paralyzes with no bruises Its back to life on the movement Migrating migo who's prudent We drink up cause we students Im sick of being so dead though Drinks ain't making my cash flow Its hella dope, when you so throwed, but my wallet turned to black hole Oh no, so-so, Im never saying I feel Hope I tell ya that I hate drinking bro, yet I'm finding out that Im drinking more Chiraq I ain't from there, thats petty sh** it don't compare Colombian I know warfare Guerrillas looking for their share Banana clips and they guns bang Inside of jungles they maintain Its donkey kongs in this wilderness, and they hold us hostage like princesses Its real d**h in our pueblos No escape from the devils When I go, I see ghettos, no city life that I do know Yo chain under your shirt, clothes Keep an eye on your hijos Its real life, its real like I saw it all with my two eyes Its too real for these fake guys so I'm realizing they real lies We alive, We alive, they yelling when they escape alive No longer living in paradise so we left home to expand our lives Enter U.S Undercover like agents Wondering why Im faded its cause reality Jaded An escape from the chasing, we run bolt Jamaican Only way to make it In too deep, engrave it No popping off when you see the cops cause you gota hope they don't see your a** Quiubo, thats wasup Quince don't let up I lived through some spic sh**, but that don't make me sh** Les debo a mis padres Me apoyan, compadres Bi-lingual my n***a Goodbye, Buenas tardes (Pause) Phew... Damn...Round 2? Ight, but it ain't gon be as long this time Straight flexing this time... [Verse 2: Quince] Flow switch with my two cents, gota pretend, that I make sense Got an accent, that be acting, like its average, but its pa**ing Its erratic, Cause the wordplay's gota habit While I'm spazzing, like its static Call it Thunder, Westbrook but its Magic Johnson making it happen with baskets And I know that you n***as be asking, how this migo came up on the rapping Ill admit that i never imagined, it could happen Yet the rhyming just came with a pa**ion Little dude with a beard looking spanish I embrace it cause thats what I am bish Recognize that my name is hispanic And its Lui Lu! Number Quince, too! And you haters are saying I'm nothing but did you think that sh** through And I parlez-vous français, so I tell yo b**h Bonjour Now Im hoping she don't speak it cause thats all I knew Ha! [Outro] Not bad, Not bad But lets hear about yo life We wanna know what your life was like... Tell us more...