Checking Out - Kevin Flum

Everyday another struggle

You knew I’d came up with the hustle, yeah

Missing pieces to the puzzle

Help me grow a little muscle, yeah

Can’t complain, I can’t whine

Hella frugal with my time

I ain’t following the signs, yeah

Why you swallowing your pride, yeah

Why you talking all that shit, yeah

Is it because I’m doing ohh kay

Stackin chips, but I don’t play

Never settle for chump change

My girl got trunk space

Got hella pictures from her polaroid

Started making out in the hallway

I took her to the bedroom showed her no remorse

I’m like ohh

Let a guy get his bucks

Ain’t nobody give a fuck

Till everybody give a fuck

Why the world so sus

Ask me what is what

Ask me what I’m doing (I don’t know)

Used to tell them I would sell my soul

Now I’m like fuck it I’m on a roll

Making profit when I’m on the go

Meeting people that I thought

I’d never ever ever ever ever meet

Back when I was in the classrooms

Always wondering how’d that shit would be

Now I’m here, check it out

Five stars, steppin out

6am, checkin out

To a different city, jetting out

Yeah

Yuh, look who with this

Say i fell off, that shits so dead

Making it look like you gettin no bread

Cause you will be workin off shit instead

Man, it’s okay, I don’t blame, spent my rent on a chain

Then I got my rent, back, I did that shit all in a day

Yeah

Flex a little but get paid a fee

All these haters, really hate for free

You clicking and I’m gettin paid

I can do this shit, like every day

Whatcha you doin with your life

Movin in with cho wife

Gotta couple kids, keepin you up every night

Man that shit sounds tight

And you told me to get a life

RIGHT

Alright sick

Bet’you wishin you ain’t thought with your dick

Bet’you wishin you ain’t grow up so quick

Bet’you wishin you had some assists

Ima sit back and light me a «J»

This train ain’t stoppin so stay out the way

I do a show then i hop on a plane

Sit in the front so they servin me steak, yeah

I like my weed real fruity, uh

My bitch, she got a big booty, yeah

Switch up the flow and go stupid

Man i came up in the game to make a mill and be a nuisance

And i like the cars, i like the clothes

I want some gucci, i want a rolls

I want a plane, i got some goals

You don’t even know, man you ain’t bout what i’m bout

While you at the house on that couch

I’m out making moves in the south

East, west, and the north

Packing jackets with shorts

This is practice of course

I ain’t ever too serious, i don’t fuck witchu period

End your shit, i’m not hearing it

Don’t even send it through man, i’m serious, yuh

(Outro)

Meeting people that I thought

I’d never ever ever ever ever meet

Back when I was in the classrooms

Always wondering how’d that shit would be

Now I’m here, check it out

Five stars, steppin out

6am, checkin out

6am, checkin out