Lyrical Breakdown of Kodak Black-Run My Check Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kodak Black weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Kodak Black-Run My Check Up" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Double A Flicks
DJ Swapo on the key
This is the sound
This shit ain't just happen overnight (overnight)
It's a time for me to run my check up (my check up)
Puttin' in work ain't cheat or grind (cheat or grind)
It's a time for me to run my check up
Keep the 4-5 when I slide (when I slide)
Wanna see me down, 'cause I ran my check up
Everybody sayin' it's my time (it's my time)
I'm in my parts, I'm 'bout to run my check up
Run my check up, I'ma run my check up
Run my check up, I'm 'bout to run my check up
Oh, oh, oh, yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh
Run a check up, I'm 'bout to overlap ya
Financing, had to overtax ya
Dress classy, but I'm too enraptured
No license, still dipping through traffic
Ride my youngest, add the red light, green light
We dumping, tracks still jumping, lit still coming
Had to make something out of nothing, in and out of cells
Been through hell, I was 14, sitting in jail
I ain't tell, keep my lips sealed like mail
Want beef, I give shells, I give pearls
Can't get you, get your mama
Or get your father, cut him up like a barber
Rock on my hip, telling Sean Carter
Jumped in the gang, they should've been a starter
When I get mad, I get trigger-happy
Move up, impulse, when it's buffeted
Blow the fad, it might do a show and drop four G's
Third is on a Chevy, or John Larry
Mouth be scary, real rap, real life, no Tyler Perry
Stop smoking weed, still on mileage
Jack boy, he a jigger Harley
Pull up and that what you call it
Two Glocks short and clip on 30
Trying cost me like you current
Put 30 in your jersey
I'm not serving, bitch, I'm lurking
Me and Bill in the Suburban
Out the road, window poking
Scheming seven in the morning
Bitch, I'm on it, bitch, I'm on it
I just booted on the monkey
Now you wanna be my homie
Now I'm straight, I got this on me
This shit ain't just happen overnight (overnight)
It's a time for me to run my check up (my check up)
Puttin' in work ain't cheat or grind (cheat or grind)
It's a time for me to run my check up
Keep the 4-5 when I slide (when I slide)
Wanna see me down, 'cause I ran my check up
Everybody sayin' it's my time (it's my time)
I'm in my parts, I'm 'bout to run my check up
Roll my check up, I'ma roll my check up
Roll my check up, I'm 'bout to roll my check up
Oh, oh, oh, yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'ma run that check up crazy like I'm in the Olympic
It look cold out, I be snapping like I'm photogenic
I left the high road, I came back with some money
Ground hard to let everybody say that they your cousin
It ain't happen overnight, a nigga was out here hustling
I remember when I was broke and I ain't have nothing
Me and Jackboy, we be thuggin', we be road runnin'
If you looking for me, you can catch me on the island
Oh, I just want some sucky, sucky, I want no lovey-dovey
On 1800, I hit a nigga for a whole runnin'
I'm a Haitian, boy, got people loving when in London
I'm a Haitian, boy, you know I'm running with them zombies
Like with management, how a nigga quit the gold and dumping
How I pull up in that orange like a damn pumpkin
I remember when I ain't have it, now I fucking got it
And the way I run that check up, you can call me Sonic
This shit ain't just happen overnight (overnight)
It's a time for me to run my check up (my check up)
Puttin' in work ain't cheat or grind (cheat or grind)
It's a time for me to run my check up
Keep the 4-5 when I slide (when I slide)
Wanna see me down, 'cause I ran my check up
Everybody sayin' it's my time (it's my time)
I'm in my parts, I'm 'bout to run my check up
Run my check up, I'ma run my check up
Run my check up, I'm 'bout to run my check up
Oh, oh, oh, yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh