jharrel jerome - checklist lyrics
[intro]
yeah, yah—sh-t…
i don’t got time for that
i don’t got—i don’t got time for you, nah
i don’t got time—sh-t
i don’t got, i don’t got time—sh-t
i don’t got time—sh-t
[hook]
i don’t got time to be
i don’t got time to be
what you really want from me?
(yeah) what you really want from me?
i got a whole world to see
i got a couple mil coming
and some girls to meet
what you really want from me?
(sh-t) what you really want from me?
[verse 1]
i don’t got a lot of time on the clock
gotta climb to the top
broke kid, turn a dime into guap
lately, everybody lying a lot
proof in the way, whack people rhyming a lot
tried to be hot, ’til i grew up
then blew up, now who’s up?
b-tch, can’t fly with me—nah
i am the chef, can’t fry with me—nah
i’m the only one left, get right with me now
bang, bang—when i drop flows
only god knows my rhyme book is your gospel
why you being so hostile?
ain’t you all up on my instagram acting like apostles?
i thought so—bring the beef, i got food for thought, ho
you could never see every move i drop
so, you better believe that i rule the top bro
and if i’m in your dreams, better snooze that clock more
[hook]
i don’t got time to be
i don’t got time to be
what you really want from me?
what you really want from me?
i got a whole world to see
i got a couple mil coming
and some girls to meet
(so) what you really want from me?
(sh-t) what you really want from me? (huh?)
i don’t got time to be
i don’t got time to be
what you really want from me?
(yeah) what you really want from me?
i got a whole world to see
i got a couple mil coming
and some girls to meet—
[verse 2]
so i ain’t got time to be with it
rome bout the blow and you know
ain’t no sky be the limit, i am the realest
i’m am the menace k!lling the dentist
with full intention of letting you n-gg-s know the message
shawty been a fan since the man dropped fresh mint
n-gg-s want the hands since the man dropped fresh mint
now the rest is interested
wanna see what the man got next on his checklist
he got heart playing kevin, now his chest big
finna chill watching himself on netflix
how that feel? how that feel boy?
you used to starve up in cl-ss
now they handing you the meal boy
i think they seeing that you real boy
and if not—they probably too busy up in they feels boy
i’m right at your heels boy, you gon’ get jacked
if you keep on coming around these hills boy
godd-mn rome—chill boy!
everybody happy, ’til they realize i’m the k!lljoy
[hook]
i don’t got time to be
i don’t got time to be
what you really want for me?
(yeah) what you really want for me?
i got a whole world to see
i got a couple mil coming
and some girls to meet
(so) what you really want from me?
(sh-t) what you really want from me?
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