Checcmate (feat. 5th Pxwer & WhoisBravy)
Judged by my licensing music, nigga more for me
Fuck what y'all believe
I'm making these moves accordingly
Invest and stack up most of my cap companies offer me
And turn my actions into assets cuz talk is cheap
Too many rappers profits lie on what they rarely do
Falsified, to younger guys they imperial
Wanna restore the culture
Then you gotta approach it
Like it's animal poaching
Let's kill all the lying for material
Here we go
Lists don't alarm me cuz in theory
Yo bars be all reminders
That y'all sheep to a billy goat
Clip never empty of lyrics b
I got many quotes
Enough fire at high volume to kill a symbiont
This that Northside, SI, New York City flow
Get fly on my own, this is autopilot, I
Never catch cold feet when it come to drama, I
Just make it look cool when I step to the problem, I
Reminisce on bitches laughed when they seen me spit a
to myself, it's obvious that they ain't get the picture
Probably thought I talk to myself or got schizophrenia
Shit might be true cuz in the booth boy, I'm a different nigga
Got different genes boy, never slack with this rhyming
Y'all era bazooka bubble gum means every rappers a comic
I'm the best, no debating, fuck the nonsense
Take my words how you want, won't be the first time a rapper stole my line, shit
Dope in your ear I got the people falling out
I run this bitch got my feet up inside your house
Ate the snacks for your kids, yeah I'm fucking wild
Aight Ty Imma get em, I'm just playing now
The big Fifth you dip shit, number fucking one
You too weak, get three out of four five son
I flip a word you get cut from a razor tongue
You niggas bums, I really run the land that's touched by the sun
You analog, when we keep it digi nah y'all ain't involved
Basic dog you niggas ain't pain, fix 'em with Tylenol
Cannon ball right into the game make me a name and all
No fame involved but my claim to it deal with patience dog
You niggas fraud, paperwork tell me you really bitches
From a distance I can see right through you with one finger twitch
Curb your medulla, the ruler I run this yard
Bro got grips that'll give them a spin like handle bars
Won't be there first time a rapper stole your line
And have them OD'ing from fentanyl laced inside
I'm a God so daring I'll throw a rod
Leave a peasant struck down in the street just like a dog
Fifth
Ty waddup nigga
Everytime I drop they in awe
Every verse not a flaw
Killing them slow like the saw
And it's never enough nigga you know I'm needing more
Merch come with the project and new capsules throughout the tour
I'm from the belly of the beast
The most I had I thought would probably be the least
But look all the shit I'm doing
All these opportunities
New goal list got my higher than what I was tryna reach
Life getting sweater than a peach
WhoisBravy let them know on the streets
Better yet, look at the stats first week after release
They doubter from the jump huh
Now the bag come in lump sums
Every quarter fucking it up, like I smoke the weed and ain't recoup nothing
I'm from the island same hood that the Wu from
Punch you in your face now do some
If it ain't about funds it ain't fun to me
Now I'm getting cashed out for my verses being nastier than lungies be
My knit prestige like BIG's
I'm from that cloth, y'all ain't seeing me
Like eyes on Stevie be
Fuck what y'all believe
I'm making these moves accordingly
Invest and stack up most of my cap companies offer me
And turn my actions into assets cuz talk is cheap
Too many rappers profits lie on what they rarely do
Falsified, to younger guys they imperial
Wanna restore the culture
Then you gotta approach it
Like it's animal poaching
Let's kill all the lying for material
Here we go
Lists don't alarm me cuz in theory
Yo bars be all reminders
That y'all sheep to a billy goat
Clip never empty of lyrics b
I got many quotes
Enough fire at high volume to kill a symbiont
This that Northside, SI, New York City flow
Get fly on my own, this is autopilot, I
Never catch cold feet when it come to drama, I
Just make it look cool when I step to the problem, I
Reminisce on bitches laughed when they seen me spit a
to myself, it's obvious that they ain't get the picture
Probably thought I talk to myself or got schizophrenia
Shit might be true cuz in the booth boy, I'm a different nigga
Got different genes boy, never slack with this rhyming
Y'all era bazooka bubble gum means every rappers a comic
I'm the best, no debating, fuck the nonsense
Take my words how you want, won't be the first time a rapper stole my line, shit
Dope in your ear I got the people falling out
I run this bitch got my feet up inside your house
Ate the snacks for your kids, yeah I'm fucking wild
Aight Ty Imma get em, I'm just playing now
The big Fifth you dip shit, number fucking one
You too weak, get three out of four five son
I flip a word you get cut from a razor tongue
You niggas bums, I really run the land that's touched by the sun
You analog, when we keep it digi nah y'all ain't involved
Basic dog you niggas ain't pain, fix 'em with Tylenol
Cannon ball right into the game make me a name and all
No fame involved but my claim to it deal with patience dog
You niggas fraud, paperwork tell me you really bitches
From a distance I can see right through you with one finger twitch
Curb your medulla, the ruler I run this yard
Bro got grips that'll give them a spin like handle bars
Won't be there first time a rapper stole your line
And have them OD'ing from fentanyl laced inside
I'm a God so daring I'll throw a rod
Leave a peasant struck down in the street just like a dog
Fifth
Ty waddup nigga
Everytime I drop they in awe
Every verse not a flaw
Killing them slow like the saw
And it's never enough nigga you know I'm needing more
Merch come with the project and new capsules throughout the tour
I'm from the belly of the beast
The most I had I thought would probably be the least
But look all the shit I'm doing
All these opportunities
New goal list got my higher than what I was tryna reach
Life getting sweater than a peach
WhoisBravy let them know on the streets
Better yet, look at the stats first week after release
They doubter from the jump huh
Now the bag come in lump sums
Every quarter fucking it up, like I smoke the weed and ain't recoup nothing
I'm from the island same hood that the Wu from
Punch you in your face now do some
If it ain't about funds it ain't fun to me
Now I'm getting cashed out for my verses being nastier than lungies be
My knit prestige like BIG's
I'm from that cloth, y'all ain't seeing me
Like eyes on Stevie be
Credits
Writer(s): Tyrone Briggs
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