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Check Me Out

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Check Me Out

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[Verse 1] Goin' through Hell Dressed in formal Now the gloss shoe covered in ash, yeah Some niggas take offense To the fact that this country celebrates women An' I'm mad, yeah Who the hell gave birth to y'all niggas Who the hell sold a soul Just to feed y'all niggas Where's the truth in our history books Printed in an obscure ink We walkin' in Stevie Wonder's shoes The Devil blue as if Hell wasn't enough I go there dressed in a fireproof suit Even those that ya follow Wit' dark secrets in a suit Suits that cover up their nefarious look My Nigga MSG A Collabo Might invite a Monosodium Glutamate An' provide taste to this game That's about a quarter kilometers From the word fade Our shit is in need to be saved An' I ain't gotta prove That I been the best Soul Brother The 3rd aimin' the 1st Ya tryna raise a chest Deflated like an old white woman who smoke Have ya seen the breasts An' Wayne tryna act like Supra Ya done played ya part king In fact ya deserve 2 crowns As if ya double headed like Zuma Fuck the world I'm a travelprenure live kamasutra Besides that, Niggas can be kings in the game But once I breathe a word I'm the one you'll ever praise Want beef, provide a plate An' realize what's at steak (what's at steak) [Chorus] Cool check me out I school niggas who run the game While ya runnin' ya mouth Smooch, lips on pout Wuuu, Check me out [Verse 2] Heaven Above yeah Oh, Heaven (X2) Above, yeah I'm tryna plant a seed to raise While ya hold ya balls to raise Nigga let the balls hang In my feelings, I said that just in case Ya wanna know my location I'm constipated, of course I'm the typa hard shit On this world station Spit godly I deserve ya praises Some niggas still bitter They goes behind my back Just to make sure Whatever peeps feel 'bout what I spit Can question my rap What the hell is that I'm even embarrassed that they from the hood I mean even bitch ass niggas Don't do ya like that Oh I get it They might think this is a white neighborhood In fact that nigga I got more knifes Behind my back wit' fingerprints from ya Fuck that, I'm doin' me I don't go around sniffin' shit like that My shit exclusively Got a bruise to heal It's a hard knock life That I'm hit by, what ya doin' G Is ya a snitch or what Niggas man up An' the shit ya choose is to bitch up Should just buy a dress Need manicures? I ain't tryna be ya baby Don't need suckin' milk from tits Nigga ya fucked it up [Chorus] Cool check me out I school niggas who run the game While ya runnin' ya mouth Smooch, lips on pout Wuuu, Check me out [Verse 3] Ya tell everybody that ya better than me Let's discuss a chill pill Towards ya so called throne Ya seem too insecured 'bout it I'm in the backseat Lettin' ya lead the role That most bitches wannabe Oh, Niggas niggas actin' real Hoe listenin' is a skill Pay attention carefully Before ya find yourself spendin' way more than The actual amount I'm real, an' still on a pic I pout Smokin' ass booty so moody I unzip to let the bully Hit it blindsided while lookin' Show my middle fingers to my models Y'all is found But when the boy follows I gets lost An' bounce far from success Wit' stupidity as my crown Bars large as elephants Spit after a taste of Amarula's milk stout I'm puttin' young cats In the dog kennel Kidnap your ass kill you Send pictures an' ask for ransom They need to bury your body Whatever state you in Damn right I'm still gettin' the money

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