Verse 1:
Line em up
Imma knock em down
Niggas only talking when I’m not around
All these niggas inconsistent with the energy
They love to get behind you
Kissing ass
Human centipede
I don’t know what they expect from me
Took a minute
Now they notice the trajectory
Independent
I ain’t going where the rest’ll be
Got a taste
Now they wanna know the recipe
I just been running my mouth
Shit
Finally figured it out
All of the talking
And all of the flexing is stressing
I can’t take the ignorant route
I done been down
And I done been out
Niggas ain’t fucking with what I’m about
All of the dissing and all of the doubt
Now I’m fucking it up in the north and the south
Hook:
Cut the cheque (x6)
Quit the little shit and give me my respect
Muhfucka Cut the cheque
Verse 2:
Ion lay down
Turn the city to a playground
Niggas Break down
Imitate sound
Giving fake smiles till they ain’t round
Preaching to em
Pass the plate round
Niggas moving through the same route
Kick maneuver when I’m getting to it
I done been a student
Niggas stayed clowns
I ain’t tripping off a 9-5
Regular isn’t in my design
Coach of the year how I strategize
Passing the niggas I idolized
Presidential
Obama vibes
Fuck a rental
I desire mine
We gon get it if you down to ride
Tryna see a comma with a dollar sign
I AINT WITH THE FUCKIN GAMES
WHERE THE MONEY AT
Play it back
I don’t play that
On a little nigga head
Like a fuckin wave cap
Hit the stage
Earthquake
Way I fuckin shake that
See a young nigga
Laid back
Niggas hate that
I don’t rate that
All these niggas foul
Fuck a ref
Run the tape back
Top 5
Fuck a stop sign
Imma take that
Double up the profit with the money that I made back
Hook:
Cut the cheque (x6)
Quit the little shit and give me my respect
Muhfucka Cut the cheque
Verse 3:
Breaking my back
Adding weight until it snap
Flipping pages been a little dangerous
When you entertaining with the raps
Struggling finding my place
Fighting embrace
Setting my pace
Running my race
Open the case
Put in the tape
Sun in my face
Umm
Niggas been telling me slow down
Inner me telling me go wild
Enemies steady befriending me
Tryna get rid of me
Cuz of the profile
Part of me hoping it go down
Part of me hoping to break loose
Struggling what I create through
So it hit home
Nigga babe Ruth
Do everything that I claim to
Cuz the OGs never gave clues
And the old me
Never controlled
Bringing fist fight to a gun show
Underrated I been slept on
Niggas waiting till the threat gone
Laid low
When the rain pour
Maintain hope
Through the next storm
When it feel rough
Niggas steel tough
Through the high hats
And the build ups
And the kick drums
And the real ones
When the bills come
Niggas will run
I’m just tryna get a bag now
Demons dancing in the background
Being simple
Never been an issue
They loving the way that I act out
Hook:
Cut the cheque (x6)
Quit the little shit and give me my respect
Muhfucka Cut the cheque