Lyrics

Last time I checked I'm the man, hold up Last time I checked I'm the man in this bitch Last time I checked You a stan hoe Last time I checked We ain't fam in this bitch Last time I checked I was cashing checks Last time I looked I was getting booked (I'm the man hoe) Last time I checked I had dollars (Yuh) Last time I checked I'm a scholar (Yuh) Last time I checked I work hard like my dad But I get all my brain from my momma (Yuh) Last time I checked in the mirror It look like I got a couple grey hairs coming (Yuh) But that do not matter I come with a fade and I'm Stealing yo dame if I wanna (Yuh) But papi not into that thieving I don't got a reason to do it Why would I want someone leaving you How is she treating you I ain't mad. I'm leaving you to it I'm on to bigger and better things Like stacking the chip and the cheddar strings I been the man since I was a boy It seems like some things just never change Yuh Last time I checked I'm the man, hold up Last time I checked I'm the man in this bitch Last time I checked You a stan hoe Last time I checked We ain't fam in this bitch See like last time Swear I had past life See I smoke back in the pad With a pack right Gotta get the bag, Bout cash, I'm lags right Only real nigga get bags With cash right That's backhouse In the back with the pack right Smoke that, blow that Pack like bagpipes Own that, know that Nigga I'm back like Tailbone. Strap on the hip like Velcro Keep that strap, where the belt go Beam glow red, and your team go dead When I see those heads And I leave those heads In a bag, all wrapped gotta leave those there Ima keep those there And i keep my word nigga And it's always fuck what you heard nigga Ima run it till I can't I'ma pivot when I step Hitting shots, when I pop Larry bird niggas Last time I checked I'm the man, hold up Last time I checked I'm the man in this bitch Last time I checked You a stan hoe Last time I checked We ain't fam in this bitch Last time I checked I was cashing checks Last time I looked I was getting booked (I'm the man hoe) She my lil fucking buddy Down whatever, fuck it buddy My personal Playboy bunny Pop a bitch keep talking funny Addicted to a power play Crazy how a shepherd move Faithful to this fucking game Pull the trigger ain't got shit to lose Rapping in a backhouse Till I joined the backhouse Better than a trap house Kinda miss the trap house Grew up on them free school lunches Queso fresco, con frijoles Arroz en la pinche hoya Chile's burning, lungs is punching
Writer(s): Jacob Ortiz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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