CHK ft. Casada Jones Lyrics

Good life to all

This is the minority report

And I'm your reporter *****

You see this is not a report on the minorities

But this minority

Right now you see the minority breaking in

Stay tuned

Ch ch ch

Check yourself for you wreck yo'

Mind

Got to brace for the back throw

Time

Throwback just got to let go

Let go

Let go

Let go

Let let let

Check yo' self for you wreck yo'

Mind

Got to brace for the back throw

Time

Throwback just got to let go

Tryin' so hard

So

So so so

Check yo' self for you wreck yo

Mind

Got to brace for the back throw

Time

Throwback just got to let go

Trying

So hard might pull a muscle

Hustle

Mo' just live in the present

Some folk label me peasant

Well thought so

Life grow

Seed flow

Can't vibe with the image

If you ain't paint me right in it

Not looking for a perfect finish

But moves gon' be relentless

I'm the roadrunner can't stop this

Coyote ugly false profits

Pity the fool think I'm chasing millions

Miss the t only means to the end (yea)

God I love imperfect planning

That's how I got to this planet

Wait until the seed get planted

Wait until ya'

Check yo' self for you wreck yo'

Mind

Got to brace for the back throw

Time

Throwback just got to let go

Tryin'

So hard might pull a muscle

Hustle

Mo' just live in the present

Some folk label me peasant

New mind

Who this

Don't miss

Who ya' think I killed to get here

Sounding like a unfamiliar

At first I tried to fit in with peers

Just to pierce thru the heart and ears

Got caught up like headlight and deer

Jumped off the road into my lane that's how I got here

Who

The conundrum

Glitch in the system

Penetrate with the rhythm

Something rhythmic

Make ya' want to thrust ya' pelvic

That's my take on giving the world the business

Still on my hat and slack shit

Just a bit mo' majestic

Unicorn flow

No mo' like centaur with the chaotic

If ya' close ya' eyes and listen it'll be hypnotic

Some of my blues

Mixed different hues

Giving you beau coup views

To guide you through the madness

Gon be something opposite anticlimactic

Miss me with the fake clap backs

And funky hat tricks

Really don't have time

For too many antics

This that don't just

Leave it on the mattress (fuck with it)

You got to embed it like

The holy trinity up in yo' moms dish

Betta yet my dish

Don't trip

I got the dishes

Servin' that soul food

Minus the itissss'

No sleep after you eat

Eyes gon' be the widest

I could keep goin

But imma sit back

And let that shit digest

Just

Check yo' self for you wreck yo'

Mind

Got to brace for the back throw

Time

Throwback just got to let go

Trying

So hard might pull a muscle

Hustle

Mo' just live in the present

Some folk

Label me peasant

Well, let's go