Track · Mar 21, 2026 · English

Till My Last Check

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2:29

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English

Lyrics

[Intro]

Yeah

Count it up

(look)

[Verse 1]

Wake up, war paint, way too focused

Wallet look swole, that hocus pocus

Hand in the flame, I don’t feel that scorch

I was made in the dark, I’m a human torch

Everybody want a piece, wanna feast on the plate that I built when my ribs hit spine

Had to bleed ten weeks just to see ten Gs, now I breathe in grind, exhale that shine

Stack in the safe like a stairway, bare face, dare fate, runnin’ through the airspace

Fast talk, never backwalk, that’s blaspheme

Whole team move clean, but the cash mean

I don’t chase no cloud, I chase that count

Tryna drown that doubt in a big bank amount

What you know ‘bout flip after flip, lil drip in a zip, turn a trip to a route

Every loss, that’s a course that I paid for

Now the cost on the porch, two paid-for

Doors go up like praise to the sky

Had to pray, had to pray, but I still stay sly

[Chorus]

Run it up, run it up, run it up, pay that debt

Blood in the shoebox, money in the vent

Die for the hustle, live for the check

Say my name with your chest, give me my respect

Run it up, run it up, run it up, no regret

Heart like steel, eyes on the set

Till my last breath, till my last step

Say my name with your chest, give me my respect (hey!)

[Verse 2]

I don’t clock out, can’t stop now, talk foul, get dropped, that’s law like the layout

Came from a block where the chalk line crisscross, kids lost, seen big dog fade out

So I went beast mode, cheat code, reload

Three phones ringin’, that’s G-code

Knees froze once, then I learned from the stumble

Now my fingers stay numb from the bundle

I’m a menace with a ledger, every letter on the measure like a razor on the tongue when it slide

Every second that you slept, I was pressin’ on the pressure, had to wrestle every doubt in my mind

I don’t flex online, I invest that grind

If I post, that’s proof that I pressed that line

If you step in the lane, better bless that spine

‘Cause I came for the crown and the rest ain’t mine

Whole clip full of plans, I expand that map

Turn a hand-me-down shirt to a brand, that’s facts

Turn a one-room crib to a land out back

And I did it on the low while they laughed, now they clap (woo)

[Chorus]

Run it up, run it up, run it up, pay that debt

Blood in the shoebox, money in the vent

Die for the hustle, live for the check

Say my name with your chest, give me my respect

Run it up, run it up, run it up, no regret

Heart like steel, eyes on the set

Till my last breath, till my last step

Say my name with your chest, give me my respect (yeah)

[Bridge]

If it ain’t about bread, don’t talk to me

If it ain’t about grind, don’t walk with me

Got a date with the dirt, that’s guaranteed

‘Til that day, gotta make this currency

If it ain’t about bread, don’t talk to me (nah)

If it ain’t about grind, don’t walk with me

Got a date with the dirt, that’s guaranteed

‘Til that day, gotta make this currency

[Verse 3]

Look, I’ma hustle ‘til the heart flatline

Even then, bet my name still headline

Every word that I said, that’s a landmine

Any step outta line, that’s a deadline

I was hungry on a hand-me crumb

Now the brand too dumb, can’t hand me sum

If the bag ain’t fat, can’t stand me none

Watch ‘em all bow down when the man be come

I got blisters on the palm from the grip, never slip

Every chip on my shoulder made a boulder

Style

rapaggressive midwest chopper beatfast triplet hi-hats and snarling 808s. verses stack rapid-fire internal rhymesmale vocals flipping between low growl and precise double-time. hook slows slightly for a shouted chantlayered gang vocals and distant siren textures. final verse ramps tempo and intensityending on a hardclipped stop.english

Prompt

Gangsta rap about getting money, mimic tech n9nes speed and cadence, hustling to the death, give me my respect

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LonerStoner

GeneratedMar 21, 2026

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