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MY Check Video (MV)




Performed By: Demond Dushawn
Language: English
Length: 3:11
Written by: DEMOND GRAHAM




Demond Dushawn - MY Check Lyrics
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You thirsty, you thirsty
Who wants some kool-aid?
How sweet is too sweet?
Did you make this kool-aid Raul?
Too much sugar
Muthaf*ckas still think shit sweet
Till them muthaf*ckas run into me
These fool don't know what to do
They think that I'm just like you
Muthaf*ckas still think shit sweet
Till them muthaf*ckas run into me
These fool don't know what to do
They think that I'm just like you
Short fuse long blunts it's the first of the month
I'm politicking right from wrong but still in God I trust
From dawn to dusk
I keep my head up and ball till I fall
So listen up cus big or small they pray for our downfall
For all of y'all I hold it down I put my heart in it now
30 plus middle finger up
To all of you clowns
I pressure point each and every sound
I'm warning you now
Don't get caught and go to jail and snitch on niggaz with pounds
I hate that
Like when I'm court just looking around
Looking like Jesus
The judge wanna tighten my noose
Apostles hate me now and Judas wanna to walk in my shoes
So how could I loose
Another 48 and I cruise
Like a bad dream alarm ringing hitting the snooze
Waking up yep the same situation as you
Baby momma screaming get are real job
I'm screaming ficlkyou
Cus I do
Got a real job
For you I drop jewels
With my dudes
I got a link card
Cook me some hot food
She chef shit
I dropped that bitch
I'm on some next shit
Perfected and I'm Speaking in tongues like John The Baptist
So I joined a team to fight for cause like Black Activists
My squad struggle
Niggaz get knocked pushing carriages
Expunge records
Go to detox then turn to savages
They blood thirsty it ain't no game
I hope Allah heard me
Mind state reflect my tattoos
I freeway early
Get it in a quarter to ten minutes from Big Shirley
Mother goose
Cut yo foot loose
She not that type of girly
Pat you down
Smuggling drugs inside of pachyderms'
Niggaz slipping falling in love
Another ghetto story
Guns blasting at them back stabber for fortune, fame and glory
Wheel of fortune
As the world turns most rappers bore me
Smoke blunts and freestyle raps
Not my category box me in
But never that homey I'm in your top ten
And open up a can of whoop ass
And whoop that ass again
DeMond DUShawn converted Islam they false flagging it
With laser tag
Begging for cash, credit and Aspen
And gap teeth and ugly as f*ck but I'm attractive
Hang tough
Dragging my nuts lets get it cracking
Cus Korvorka taking over me brother
A chick magnet
With a 44 mag
That'll hatchback your cabbage
Push back
All of my thoughts is pitch black
Niggaz came close at me with toast
I came right back
Like Gargamel imaging the smell
This is more than rap
I mic check
All of you dudes Chicago city's back
In the flesh
This scar on my chest you can't take it back
Muthaf*ckas still think shit sweet
Till them motherf*ckers run into me
These fool don't know what to do
They think that I'm just like you
Muthaf*ckas still think shit sweet
Till them motherf*ckers run into me
These fool don't know what to do
They think that I'm just like you
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You thirsty, you thirsty
Who wants some kool-aid?
How sweet is too sweet?
Did you make this kool-aid Raul?
Too much sugar
Muthaf*ckas still think shit sweet
Till them muthaf*ckas run into me
These fool don't know what to do
They think that I'm just like you
Muthaf*ckas still think shit sweet
Till them muthaf*ckas run into me
These fool don't know what to do
They think that I'm just like you
Short fuse long blunts it's the first of the month
I'm politicking right from wrong but still in God I trust
From dawn to dusk
I keep my head up and ball till I fall
So listen up cus big or small they pray for our downfall
For all of y'all I hold it down I put my heart in it now
30 plus middle finger up
To all of you clowns
I pressure point each and every sound
I'm warning you now
Don't get caught and go to jail and snitch on niggaz with pounds
I hate that
Like when I'm court just looking around
Looking like Jesus
The judge wanna tighten my noose
Apostles hate me now and Judas wanna to walk in my shoes
So how could I loose
Another 48 and I cruise
Like a bad dream alarm ringing hitting the snooze
Waking up yep the same situation as you
Baby momma screaming get are real job
I'm screaming ficlkyou
Cus I do
Got a real job
For you I drop jewels
With my dudes
I got a link card
Cook me some hot food
She chef shit
I dropped that bitch
I'm on some next shit
Perfected and I'm Speaking in tongues like John The Baptist
So I joined a team to fight for cause like Black Activists
My squad struggle
Niggaz get knocked pushing carriages
Expunge records
Go to detox then turn to savages
They blood thirsty it ain't no game
I hope Allah heard me
Mind state reflect my tattoos
I freeway early
Get it in a quarter to ten minutes from Big Shirley
Mother goose
Cut yo foot loose
She not that type of girly
Pat you down
Smuggling drugs inside of pachyderms'
Niggaz slipping falling in love
Another ghetto story
Guns blasting at them back stabber for fortune, fame and glory
Wheel of fortune
As the world turns most rappers bore me
Smoke blunts and freestyle raps
Not my category box me in
But never that homey I'm in your top ten
And open up a can of whoop ass
And whoop that ass again
DeMond DUShawn converted Islam they false flagging it
With laser tag
Begging for cash, credit and Aspen
And gap teeth and ugly as f*ck but I'm attractive
Hang tough
Dragging my nuts lets get it cracking
Cus Korvorka taking over me brother
A chick magnet
With a 44 mag
That'll hatchback your cabbage
Push back
All of my thoughts is pitch black
Niggaz came close at me with toast
I came right back
Like Gargamel imaging the smell
This is more than rap
I mic check
All of you dudes Chicago city's back
In the flesh
This scar on my chest you can't take it back
Muthaf*ckas still think shit sweet
Till them motherf*ckers run into me
These fool don't know what to do
They think that I'm just like you
Muthaf*ckas still think shit sweet
Till them motherf*ckers run into me
These fool don't know what to do
They think that I'm just like you
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Writer: DEMOND GRAHAM
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