Lyrics: Edwin Green/Edward Maclin Cooper III
Music: Edwin Green/Edward Maclin Cooper III
Producer: COUPE
Pushin' up benzos, pushin' up crazy
Skits so pissed off your sicko
Pushin' up lowkey, lookin' but don't speak
Snitch gon' put him on info
He pushin' up daisies (Push)
Pushin' up daily, nymphos pushed to my crib though
If I don't make it, I'ma be flickin' like AB
When pullin' a kick though finna go crazy, E D
Give me my credit or pay me, hit me on Vemo
Ain't no more Zimo, I been know ** mo lately
** ain't gave what I been owed
I'm in your end zone, lettin' my big show
Maybe I'll end up takin' a big sco
Where I take it, that's where your ** go
Shawty gettin' slayin' like the big show
Like ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Runnin' that money up from the four to the six
I got one in my gun and I let it blow if he flinch
I was promised the hundreds and I ain't goin' 'til I get 'em
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Hummin' and mumbles until they grow when the hits hit
Comin' to companies tryna throw me a big sum
Come with the drama, you know my brophren the blicksome
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I know my role in this more victim than victim
Rage like convicts, I talk with conviction
Confident cash quick, yup sips some vix up
Jumpman jugglin' tools, forgot the rules
Got a compact truck on the move, ain't ** to lose
I been workin', one in the noon and never snooze
If you won't give credit, that's booty
Give me my check
Give me my check, check, I want that check
Give me my check
Hold up, give me my check, check, I want that check
Give me that 5-7-8-9-9-3 F-B-Z-O
5-7-8-9-9-3 F-B-Z-O
5-7-8-9-9-3 F-B-Z-O
5-7-8-9-9-3 F-B-Z-O
I don't pay no mind 'cause the money all on it
I don't stay inside 'cause the money I gone in
Yeah, shawty fine if I gotta pay her fine
I can promise you I'm fine, you could tell her how I'm on it
Makin' my pockets profit off of the pop hits
That was the plot, the prophet settin' apartments
Never settle for less, let's lock into the lock big
Pokin' 'em with chopsticks, enter the lock pick
This is who really got a ** back
Been in the flats with the flat finna bend the cap
Givin' 'em facts 'cause the fat days ** cap
Black Atlanta fitted cap, baggy man I'm finna clap
Baggin' outta here to tell her pack a bag and send her back
Tryna make a killa 'cause I come from where the killers at
They locked your cash out, pay me when you get it back
They locked the wack out, I'ma walk away yet
I don't give a ** about these ** or their rap **
How they sing your rap sheet?
All I seen with cap **
Media be pushin' an agenda every caption
Keep your opinion matter fact just give me my check
Give me my check, check, I want that check
Give me my check
Give me my check, check, I want that check
Give me my check
Give me my check, check, I want that check
Give me my check
Hold up, give me my check, check, I want that check
I'm talking 'bout the sicko
I'm talking 'bout the sicko
I'm talking 'bout the sicko
I'm talking 'bout the sicko
Mastering Engineer: Joe LaPorta
Recording: Alex "AK" Keeling
Vocals: Kenny Mason
Mixing Engineer: James Kang