Rocket Da Goon - Run Up a Check lyrics

[Chorus: Rocket Da Goon] Me and my n***as tryna run up a check We in a trip just tryna board us a jet You will never understand my pain and struggle This money, oh, all I know is I gotta hustle I pull out my [?] I ain’t in the team Ain’t doin’ it front no cameras I’m makin’ plays on the backstreet in pajamas I’m paranoia ain’t gonna run around with the hammer [Verse 1: Warhol] (Same sh**, n***a) This 4k, miss My aim ain’t perfect Ain’t no jammin’ Some n***as robbin’ But no touchin’ We go scammin’ Rob cooked you and me on his flight home Ain’t no scammin’ I take all on me [?] ‘Till they landin’ My forces fly like presidential Where you goin’? Louisiana, Mardi Gras Where they’re be p**n So icy Shorty stepping in we gotta snore My b**h so bad My n***as love it She be grown She f** with n***as I’m so thorough I’m the chosen I flip the script Change up the wrist My love for ocean [Chorus: Rocket Da Goon] Me and my n***as tryna run up a check We in a trip just tryna board us a jet You will never understand my pain and struggle This money, oh, all I know is I gotta hustle I pull out my [?] I ain’t in the team Ain’t doin’ it front no cameras I’m makin’ plays on the backstreet in pajamas I’m paranoia ain’t gonna run around with the hammer [Verse 2: Rocket Da Goon] I’m on the backstreet Ridin’ round with the crew I’m paranoia I hope them follow me home Pullin’ in the driveway One in the dome I swear this life I live It’s a motion picture Everyday I crack the seal I’m f**in’ up my liver Free all my n***as locked down in the system I can’t front fool stamps in welfare I mean it’s so hard I think I need a wheelchair Huh, percocets and politics Kickin’ sh** with a model, b**h Half a** champ paid a lot for this Ten bans in my jogger, fit You a s** I’mma hit that lick She gave me money and you paid that b**h Serve your favorite rapper a brick Serve your favorite rap with a stick [Skit: Rocket Da Goon + Female Voice [?]] What’s up I’m in the booth what’s the deal? You in the booth? Yea, what’s up? What are you up to? Fairmont, Santa Monica, you pullin’ up? The studio? Yea What up? I’m with the homies [?] Because, I want the homies too! [Chorus: Rocket Da Goon] Me and my n***as tryna run up a check We in a trip just tryna board us a jet You will never understand my pain and struggle This money, oh, all I know is I gotta hustle I pull out my [?] I ain’t in the team Ain’t doin’ it front no cameras I’m makin’ plays on the backstreet in pajamas I’m paranoia ain’t gonna run around with the hammer