Check
Uh
It's come country western shit, right? huh
Yeah
Like Quentin Tarantino
Maybach
Yo, you ain't standing on your words
You lose respect
Man up, check
Chest out, check
Chin up, check
Discipline, check
Listening, check
Picture what your opponent is thinking inside the square
This is like chess, strategize in the ring
He trying to be a father
But he lost his father to the same thing, check
Walking on blood stained ground
Gladiator schooled, America
So you ain't raised no fool
Catch the fade if you brave
Try to know what to expect out here
For every fight, what's left is the fight to death I hear
Try to make my last breathe my air
Had to check my fear, that's why they respect Nasir
Feel me, you all witnessing what you never seen
Needing nothing attracts everything
The Resurrection of the king
Man up,, check
Chest out, check
Chin up, check
Discipline, check
Listening, check
Check
Man up,, check
Chest out, check
Chin up, check
Discipline, check
Listening, check
My nigga, let your nuts hang
Check
Dark denim jeans, boots for the winter breeze
Never on the wiretaps let's give them something they can see
Born to be a boss so nail me to the holy cross
Life is a lesson, bless a nigga with a fortune
Speak with respect
Seats to the Mets
We came from the streets
You just some geeks with a check
Cuban links swing like a leech from my neck
Make a mural of my face when I'm deceased with the best
Balenciaga sneaks
Balenciaga socks
Dark-skinned nigga but the brightest in the spot
Dreaming of the top boy
A midas city catch
Move a mountain with a block
Virgil in the white, murder over kite
Wholesale prices like it's fashion oversight
Doubled up the shows and then I text him for the flights
I'm owed by the code so don't make me ask you twice
Man up,, check
Chest out, check
Chin up, check
Discipline, check
Listening, check
Check
Man up, check
Chest out, check
Chin up, check
Discipline, check
Listening, check
My nigga, let your nuts hang
Check
My nigga, let your nuts hang
My nigga, let your
My nigga, let your nuts hang
My nigga, let your nuts hang
My nigga, let your
My nigga, let your
My nigga, let your nuts hang
My nigga, let your
It's come country western shit, right? huh
Yeah
Like Quentin Tarantino
Maybach
Yo, you ain't standing on your words
You lose respect
Man up, check
Chest out, check
Chin up, check
Discipline, check
Listening, check
Picture what your opponent is thinking inside the square
This is like chess, strategize in the ring
He trying to be a father
But he lost his father to the same thing, check
Walking on blood stained ground
Gladiator schooled, America
So you ain't raised no fool
Catch the fade if you brave
Try to know what to expect out here
For every fight, what's left is the fight to death I hear
Try to make my last breathe my air
Had to check my fear, that's why they respect Nasir
Feel me, you all witnessing what you never seen
Needing nothing attracts everything
The Resurrection of the king
Man up,, check
Chest out, check
Chin up, check
Discipline, check
Listening, check
Check
Man up,, check
Chest out, check
Chin up, check
Discipline, check
Listening, check
My nigga, let your nuts hang
Check
Dark denim jeans, boots for the winter breeze
Never on the wiretaps let's give them something they can see
Born to be a boss so nail me to the holy cross
Life is a lesson, bless a nigga with a fortune
Speak with respect
Seats to the Mets
We came from the streets
You just some geeks with a check
Cuban links swing like a leech from my neck
Make a mural of my face when I'm deceased with the best
Balenciaga sneaks
Balenciaga socks
Dark-skinned nigga but the brightest in the spot
Dreaming of the top boy
A midas city catch
Move a mountain with a block
Virgil in the white, murder over kite
Wholesale prices like it's fashion oversight
Doubled up the shows and then I text him for the flights
I'm owed by the code so don't make me ask you twice
Man up,, check
Chest out, check
Chin up, check
Discipline, check
Listening, check
Check
Man up, check
Chest out, check
Chin up, check
Discipline, check
Listening, check
My nigga, let your nuts hang
Check
My nigga, let your nuts hang
My nigga, let your
My nigga, let your nuts hang
My nigga, let your nuts hang
My nigga, let your
My nigga, let your
My nigga, let your nuts hang
My nigga, let your
Credits
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, William Leonard Roberts Ii, Michael Williams, Aaron Wesley Jackson
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