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Checkin’

"Checkin’" Lyrics by Lupe Fiasco

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

Uh, levels, ladders vs. shovels

Overstand like Gepetto

And sometimes I just gotta let go

Let a kid stand with no kickstand pedal

Back in this bitch (Bike)

I’m scratchin’ on gun, ain’t no war, just a knife in a knitch

Tighten my grip, right by the tip

Then let it flip, flick of the wrist

Like fishin’ for ships, niggas get hit

No, not a slay, when I was a jit

Got hit by a whip, I am a star

Wish on myself, I got the bars

Sip by myself, come down on a pill

I slip on a Rollie, I am fulfilled

Nigga can’t hold me, I am not holy (For real)

Flyer the whip, My Little Pony

That’s why when I’m lit, that’s when I’m zonin’

Zone, zone, zone, zone, zone like I’m Sonic

Wipe up a kid, circle of bricks just like it’s Stonehenge

Circle of death, don’t let me donut

Sprinkles are on it, fuck my opponents

I want a little off the chain

Redbone from the stain

Steady checkin’ on me

On the regular

I keep a little chunk of change

In the safe in case I catch a case

Out here doin’ more than my competitors

Yeah, uh

She a bad ho, she a athlete, uh

Treat a lap dance like a track meet, uh

None of my cars got backseats, uh

Fitted with the fifty, keep the cash neat, uh

Whuppin’ on a stripper, get her back beat, uh

Askin’ me to smack her on her asscheek, uh

Duckin’ out the club like Daffy, uh

‘Fore I fall in love with a bad bitch

Have a nigga sick like a lab leak

Goddamn, I’mma need a vaccine

Blue bottle, finna get the caffeine

Downtown, finna eat the magazine, uh

Wrist all cold like Nat King, chain look Saint-Marc, call that tag team

Build fat shit like Gatling and that Benz look like that Batwing

Mod that flow from valet, valet gotta park my shit in the Batcave

Shit so serious, Nas wore Sears, I’m in bein’ in a Batcage

Above that shit, not only from but I’m of that shit, I love that shit

Put my arm around and hug that shit, ride around town with a thug ass bitch

‘Cause I want a little off the chain

Redbone from the stain

Steady checkin’ on me

On the regular

I keep a little chunk of change

In the safe in case I catch a case

Out here doin’ more than my competitors

Out here, bitch, I’m out here

Tell that bitch I’m out here

I be out here, yeah, I’m out here

Tell that ho I’m out here

Yeah I’m out here, yes I’m out here

Bitch, you know I’m out here

Yes I’m out here, yes I’m out here

Yeah, you know I’m out here

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