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letra de rap check - mackned

rap check lyrics
[verse 1: mackned]
and i’m just rapping in the re-up aye, and i’m so close i just can’t let up. i never served black or the clear aye, i seen at least 100k this year (yeah). momma think i’m wrapping selling gifts, i’m tryna keep it humble with my peers, lookin through the peephole this money got me anxious, gbc that’s word to peep aye jugging got me famous. people come and people go, seen so many changes. white, yellow, rose gold, rockin racer braces. i’m selling out these shows, i’m tryna move a ticket, your set was silence of the lambs it’s like im hearing crickets. big [?] valley with the tech fleece, had ya baby momma on a jet ski, i flew your baby momma out to l.a., first stop atm she cashing out lil dre, have you ever seen a brick tucked in the hyundai? my lil brother out in new york on the runway. i got oxy, xanny, molly, on the airplane, the newspaper like my appearance even named me kobe. cause i’ve been dreaming bout a rap check, yea aye i’ve been dreaming bout a rap check, i’ve been dreaming bout a rap check, i’ve been dreaming bout a rap check

[chorus: mackned]
i’ve been dreaming bout a rap check, woke up with a hundred xannies and a percocet, yea i was dreaming bout that label track, woke up with a script of adderall to no address, aye, cause i’ve been dreaming bout a rap check, woke up with a safe box and a 4/5th, i’ve been dreaming bout a rap check, woke up with a couple thousand and a rolex

[verse 2: mackned]
i had a dream one day this will pay the bills, that’s why i feel like mlk on h-lla pills, i know i’m finna get that stupid mansion in the hills, gbc that’s word to wicca juggin made me ill, i can tell by how you sleeping that you never k!lled. we got structure in the house i swear i never quit, american boy i’m a living myth, multi-tasking re-rocking and i sell the sh-t, got a thousand for a show and i bought a zip, move around on a b-tch call it round trip, west seattle in the city know i’m the goat, west seattle till [?] start looking old. they caught me in a slump and i was slipping, i hit the cookies with my dog we started jigging, [?] you a bird now that’s how they got to brickin, f-ck the prison system aye free my n-ggas now. they charging in with choppas and all the extra rounds, young n-gga hit accounts and treat it like a thottie, young n-gga hit accounts and yea i’m pulling out, and yea i’m pulling out

[bridge: mackned]
i’ve been dreaming bout a rap check

[verse 3: eddie baker and mackned]
been scheming since i was trapping, had them scales, pistols, pounds, up in my matress, f-cking model hoes used to f-ck a fat b-tch, but i dumped her ass when i got my rap check, catch me in the crowd f-cking up the mosh pit. hood n-gga but i always keep a posh b-tch. five figure young n-gga, all profit, black range rover yea i had to cop it, still kick it with them hitters that would knock sh-t. street goth b-tch, but you know that i. i’ve been dreaming bout a rap check

- mackned

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