Free Cheko

I feel I’m lost inside my mind that’s a sum up

Hopin that my homie see the light like the sun up

Darkness all around kind a world to raise a sun up

A City dirty money only way to make a come up

Cuff around my homie now he locked up in a cell

Never see that dirty money only way to make a sale it’s

Anger comin I can feel burnin like a backwoods

Screaming free cheko till is spelling backwards

Loyal to my brothers never comin as a fake

When I’m down I see y’all bitches is a garden full of snakes uh

Malcolm with the bars ain’t nobody can debate uh

Who a better rapper in the fort you can’t name one

Lay low

They be cheap with talkin like a pay phone

Phony stuntin bitch we know you frontin sayin Draco

Keepin it one hunnid see i write about the real shit

Rappers tryna peep they makin visits like a field trip uh

 

Free my brother cheko out the box quick

Circle full of homies ain’t no tellin where the op sit

Keep it to the code we ain’t fuckin with that op shit

Come into my circle an you see we be the opposite

x2

 

Too dope gotta run the fort that's a must wait

Body bag verse after verse that's a murda case

Too dope gotta run the fort that's a must wait

Body bag killin after killin just another day

 

Another 187 ain't no tellin when I'm comin with a bang

Ain't none the same I run the game dope like cocaine run trough my vein the blood of king

Can't nobody fuck with me

I stay on top like MVP

These mud ass rappers none to me

Uh

Killin competition in submission under me

keep in vision sittin throne I got the crown now notice me

The mighty God of yo city

Never lack I run the track

260 on back my name you hop on sack an copy that

Now run me back

I'm killin shit

Learn yo position stay off dick

I'm on top of this You bitches counterfeits

I be yo opposite

I'm Down to hit up any lil rapper throwin shots an shit

I'm Boxin bitch the champion hits I run the fuckin town an shit it's Too dope