Deposits & Cheques Lyrics

Blunt guts in the truck

Drugs in the trunk

Trying so hard

While we do it for fun

Soul on the run

Feeling so numb

Back up out my space

I don't carry no guns

System shutdown

Brain getting pumped

Pumped full of blood

From the metre wide cuts

What my advice

You should just give up

You don't look the type

To be rapping bout funds

You don't look the type to be rapping bout guns

5 more minutes till my crew pull up

10 more seconds till your time is done

Take a hit to the face yeah your brain getting thumped

Damage to my home

Now boy gotta run

Body getting burned

Still my funds going up

Still on my own

Haven't found no love

Cause my loves with the music

Stack up on the front

I know you never wanted this

Step up to the other kids

pour my heart up in this shit

I got regrets for what i did

Elevate you watching this

Metal plates up on ya bitch

Many things i never did

But I don't have the time for this

See the dried up blood off the tip of my blade

Something in the rain i might go insane

World so dumb do you feel the pain

I might starve m t yself i might go away

Off to a place where they dont no fakes

Off to a place where the blunts getting laid

Forget my voice and forget my name

I don't need your love I want your fame

Im no different

You gon listen

Boy it's the soul

With a blunt and a mission

You ain't got vision

Look what you missing

Feel the 808 in my chest

And it's pinching

Southside stripping

Coolboi whippin

4x4 in the dirt

Want a mention

Crave the attention

You all the same

Look at the scene

Feel disgust for the game