Put 'Em in Check
I know they gon' talk out they neck
And that's why I'ma put 'em in check
She wanted sex, told her give me a sec
I'm with Brando, he rockin' the tech
You pullin' up I turn that to a wreck
And then yo other homies is next
When I be rappin' I have an effect
Cause they know that my shit is complex
And when I speak I'm gonna be direct
And I'm gonna project
Been workin' hard so just give me respect
Or my brodie gon' come and correct
And you won't expect the shit that is next
We leave you with stress, it never be less
Pussy get pressed, you will never ever get to success
Yeah there's gon' be shit that we gon' address
Like where went the strap that you said you possess?
You was never about it I guess
And I come clean but I'm leaving a mess
On her knees so she gettin' blessed
You know I'm one that you wanna impress
One your shorty just wanna caress
I'm like Bruno, bag her with finesse
And then shorty pull up, get undressed
And I know that it's hard to digest
I caught your bitch in a net
I'm flyin' up like a jet
Everyone say I'm the best
Say I'm better than the rest
Shorty gave me a request
Put my face up in her breast
She want cuffs like an arrest
Guess I might have to invest
I think that shorty obsessed
Shorty like it when I flex
Shorty know I'ma be famous like Dex
I got the talent I just need the audience
But if you hearing this then that is obvious
They gonna ask why I got all this cockiness
Probably cause I got the flow that is godliest
You bitch, I won't stop till I'm motherfuckin' rich
And I don't give a fuck that you switched
All I care, you can die in a ditch
They gon' speak on me even when dead
But I don't really care what they said
Cause I know that I'm up in they head
End of the day I'ma still get more bread
I'm knowin' that this is what I'm here to do
And I'm only doing it for you
The world we living in is new
We gotta do what we can to get through
So I'm spreading the word with my music
Like Corona they know that I'm too sick
I'm with brodie, he came in with two sticks
Cause your bro brought his bro, that was stupid
I don't understand all the shit you be doing
I be picking, you always be choosing
I be winning, you always be losing
But seeing you losing is pretty amusing
And that's why I'ma put 'em in check
She wanted sex, told her give me a sec
I'm with Brando, he rockin' the tech
You pullin' up I turn that to a wreck
And then yo other homies is next
When I be rappin' I have an effect
Cause they know that my shit is complex
And when I speak I'm gonna be direct
And I'm gonna project
Been workin' hard so just give me respect
Or my brodie gon' come and correct
And you won't expect the shit that is next
We leave you with stress, it never be less
Pussy get pressed, you will never ever get to success
Yeah there's gon' be shit that we gon' address
Like where went the strap that you said you possess?
You was never about it I guess
And I come clean but I'm leaving a mess
On her knees so she gettin' blessed
You know I'm one that you wanna impress
One your shorty just wanna caress
I'm like Bruno, bag her with finesse
And then shorty pull up, get undressed
And I know that it's hard to digest
I caught your bitch in a net
I'm flyin' up like a jet
Everyone say I'm the best
Say I'm better than the rest
Shorty gave me a request
Put my face up in her breast
She want cuffs like an arrest
Guess I might have to invest
I think that shorty obsessed
Shorty like it when I flex
Shorty know I'ma be famous like Dex
I got the talent I just need the audience
But if you hearing this then that is obvious
They gonna ask why I got all this cockiness
Probably cause I got the flow that is godliest
You bitch, I won't stop till I'm motherfuckin' rich
And I don't give a fuck that you switched
All I care, you can die in a ditch
They gon' speak on me even when dead
But I don't really care what they said
Cause I know that I'm up in they head
End of the day I'ma still get more bread
I'm knowin' that this is what I'm here to do
And I'm only doing it for you
The world we living in is new
We gotta do what we can to get through
So I'm spreading the word with my music
Like Corona they know that I'm too sick
I'm with brodie, he came in with two sticks
Cause your bro brought his bro, that was stupid
I don't understand all the shit you be doing
I be picking, you always be choosing
I be winning, you always be losing
But seeing you losing is pretty amusing
Credits
Writer(s): Keith Zazzi
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