Damn Daltile (Where My Check At?)

((Influences: Drake, Kendrick Lamar, Bryson Tiller))

((Tempo: 94 BPM | Key: G minor))

((Instrumentation: deep sub-bass, moody synth pads, crisp hi-hats, minimal 808 groove, atmospheric piano chords))

((Mood: slick, frustrated, confident — “you messed up my peace, but I’ll still make it sound fly”))

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((low synth rumble + filtered 808))

Yeah…

Ayy, you ever check your account and see nothin’?

That’s the type of pain that make you question your budget.

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Payroll playin’ with my patience, not again,

Supposed to hit Friday — now they talkin’ next Tuesday, man.

Bills due, rent due, phone still ringin’,

Tryna keep calm, but this pressure keep singin’.

Three of us left hangin’, how that make sense?

Whole company paid, but we still tense.

Can’t fill the tank, can’t make plans,

They play with the pay, but expect us to stand.

((808 drops heavier — snare clap hits))

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California laws say they owe me per day,

Late on my pay? Better add that to the pay.

This ain’t no joke, I’m tryna stay afloat,

But my patience thinner than the numbers they wrote.

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Where my check at? (yeah)

Where my check at? (uh)

You gon’ pay me, don’t forget that. (nah)

I been grindin’, I expect that.

Where my check at? (yeah)

Where my check at? (uh)

Messin’ with my peace, I don’t respect that. (nah)

Damn, Daltile… you better fix that.

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I’m countin’ days like IOUs,

Stress on loop, now I can’t snooze.

Car note due, fridge half full,

Mind goin’ broke but I still act cool.

Need gas, need food, need faith,

Payday late, now I’m losin’ grace.

Should’ve learned from the first mistake,

Now the second one hittin’ like an earthquake.

((beat switch — hi-hats double time, darker synth underlay))

Talkin’ ’bout “glitch in the system”? please,

Three checks missed, now I’m on my knees.

Not prayin’ — beggin’ for release,

From a company that don’t pay in peace.

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((beat drops out, piano + pad remain))

Gotta laugh so I don’t snap,

Gotta vent before I trap.

They don’t see the chain reaction,

Every late day brings distraction.

Can’t shop, can’t eat, can’t chill,

All these “next weeks” gettin’ too real.

Feelin’ like I’m payin’ to work still,

If time is money, where’s my deal?

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Where my check at? (yeah)

Where my check at? (uh)

I ain’t tryna hear no setbacks. (nah)

Pay me what you owe, don’t forget that.

Where my check at? (yeah)

Where my check at? (uh)

Playin’ with my time, I don’t respect that. (nah)

Damn, Daltile… you better fix that.

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((beat fades with low synth hum))

I put in the work, I don’t play pretend…

All I ask — pay me what I earned, my friend.

This ain’t just money, it’s peace of mind…

And that’s somethin’ you can’t put on time.