Checkmate - Madden Version
Yeah
Turn me up
Yeah
(Hit Boy)
Ayy, check it
Okay, I feel unstoppable, losin's impossible (nah)
Go against the team, the thing they know not to do (never)
Bright lights, game on the line, do what I gotta do (for real)
Time after time, we do the impossible
You ain't made it 'til you got stylists go out and shop for you
You ain't made it 'til they pour champagne on top of you
Paradin' through the city, the whole block come out for you
We just gettin' started, your fantasy what we 'bout to do
Boy, stop, you ain't hear? I'm the real truth
Hundreds real blue, strips on 'em still new
Shoppin' at Dover Street, I'm drippin' like mildew
They say he don't visit the hood, dawg, I still do
A real one, only difference, my bills bigger
I'm still with you, I just got rich a little quicker
The same man, God handed me his game plan
I ain't perfect, far from it, what can I say, man?
I feel unstoppable, losin's impossible (nah)
Go against the team, the thing they know not to do (never)
Bright lights, game on the line, do what I gotta do (for real)
Time after time, we do the impossible
It felt like yesterday I was just driving my grandma's Chevrolet
From South Carolina to Maryland, I take the jet today
I'm still on the come-up, I'm still buildin' my resume
I still got a lot to prove, but still I'm heavy weight
I still gotta watch my moves, they try to defamate my character
But I won't let 'em, it's always checkmate
I'm still screaming "Screw the world," hope she impregnates
Mother Nature's my first shawty, watch how I procreate
I go ballistic and I'm so terrific
Accounts is copacetic, I don't need no permission
But I'm so indebted to this game that I love
And most of all to the man above, now check me out
Now I was just at Friday's, was serving the greens
Before I was poppin' bottles, I was nursin' my dreams
Now I ain't never been a gangsta, but I know a few things
I just rather get the bag and start collectin' the rings
But I done spoke too much, close curtain the scene
I am not a human being, I'm a full machine
I ain't holier than thou, I don't judge, I sing
Just stayin' down for the come-up til' I reign supreme
Let's get it
Yeah, uh, Hit Boy
You got another one
Man, y'all boy's ain't ready for this, man
I'm still grindin', I'm still hungry, hungrier than ever
I feel unstoppable, losin's impossible (nah)
Go against the team, the thing they know not to do (never)
Bright lights, game on the line, do what I gotta do (for real)
Time after time, we do the impossible
Turn me up
Yeah
(Hit Boy)
Ayy, check it
Okay, I feel unstoppable, losin's impossible (nah)
Go against the team, the thing they know not to do (never)
Bright lights, game on the line, do what I gotta do (for real)
Time after time, we do the impossible
You ain't made it 'til you got stylists go out and shop for you
You ain't made it 'til they pour champagne on top of you
Paradin' through the city, the whole block come out for you
We just gettin' started, your fantasy what we 'bout to do
Boy, stop, you ain't hear? I'm the real truth
Hundreds real blue, strips on 'em still new
Shoppin' at Dover Street, I'm drippin' like mildew
They say he don't visit the hood, dawg, I still do
A real one, only difference, my bills bigger
I'm still with you, I just got rich a little quicker
The same man, God handed me his game plan
I ain't perfect, far from it, what can I say, man?
I feel unstoppable, losin's impossible (nah)
Go against the team, the thing they know not to do (never)
Bright lights, game on the line, do what I gotta do (for real)
Time after time, we do the impossible
It felt like yesterday I was just driving my grandma's Chevrolet
From South Carolina to Maryland, I take the jet today
I'm still on the come-up, I'm still buildin' my resume
I still got a lot to prove, but still I'm heavy weight
I still gotta watch my moves, they try to defamate my character
But I won't let 'em, it's always checkmate
I'm still screaming "Screw the world," hope she impregnates
Mother Nature's my first shawty, watch how I procreate
I go ballistic and I'm so terrific
Accounts is copacetic, I don't need no permission
But I'm so indebted to this game that I love
And most of all to the man above, now check me out
Now I was just at Friday's, was serving the greens
Before I was poppin' bottles, I was nursin' my dreams
Now I ain't never been a gangsta, but I know a few things
I just rather get the bag and start collectin' the rings
But I done spoke too much, close curtain the scene
I am not a human being, I'm a full machine
I ain't holier than thou, I don't judge, I sing
Just stayin' down for the come-up til' I reign supreme
Let's get it
Yeah, uh, Hit Boy
You got another one
Man, y'all boy's ain't ready for this, man
I'm still grindin', I'm still hungry, hungrier than ever
I feel unstoppable, losin's impossible (nah)
Go against the team, the thing they know not to do (never)
Bright lights, game on the line, do what I gotta do (for real)
Time after time, we do the impossible
Credits
Writer(s): Chauncey A. Hollis, Chris Evans-ironside, Jesse Blum, Cordae Amari Dunston
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