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"Value of a Check" is a track by Lloyd Banks, from the album The Course of the Inevitable 2, released 15th July 2022. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Verse 1] I'm puttin' the scratches on your bum-ass face You trippin', warned you, so you ain't have to make the mistakes Ain't listening, lately been lower , hard to get in contact, revision Biggin' you up like you was holdin' me down You didn't Sometimes subtraction is the best addition When the vision's multiplyin', so does all the skepticism If I don't respect the judges, you can keep your recognition You ain't as good as you think, I'm givin' ego check and wisdom Anybody could be touched, I fetal that position For twenty, been cookin' up, I pushed the beamo out the kitchen Everybody pleading cops, I need more opposition Haunted my religion, magic out of composition, nigga My flow's RICO, to everything is Valentino F K to Heathrow to move a hundred thousand free throw I found the cheat code, spend my luck around casinos I gave the game Hiroshim' flows [?] [Chorus] [?] the value of a check Dead silence, niggas wylin' for rent Ain't no homage, fuck your time on the set Hear the sirens, no rewind, no regrets What's worse? Born with money or life with the stress? Accomplishments get recognized with your death Who got the heat? No surprise, take a guess That be right switchin' sides with the left [Verse 2] This type delivery'll pop up every other blue moon You put your words together perfectly, but ain't no truth to 'em You want to be placed with the legends in the game, it's too soon Ain't have a problem being by myself, it gave the Coupe room They turn the TV on it seems you lying sucker , crackin' concrete, steppin' feet in the DB1 color Mary Mary 'fore I turn the chain to Cheech and Chong puffer Dog, you in your own way, time that you redefine suffer Still gettin' my feet wet, I should peak around summers Sky's the limit for your boy, hopin' my demons flyin' under Everything you need is in the book that keep the blind dumber Champ' glasses while you window shop, a frequent line jumper Fucked with the time goals It's like I just signed new condos Still in all black design though a year ol' combo Don't let 'em pump you up , surgical with it, Alonzo Bags of money only thing that's on my mind, so [Chorus] [?] the value of a check Dead silence, niggas wylin' for rent Ain't no homage, fuck your time on the set Hear the sirens, no rewind, no regrets What's worse? [?] money or life with the stress? Accomplishments get recognized with your death Who got the heat? No surprise, take a guess [?] switchin' sides with the left
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