Check Me Out

歌詞

[Check me out right here Na'mean old school Old school niggas used to be like.. What they used to be like? "Check me out now" What other ad libs these old school niggas used to say? I don't know but fuck it] Look, now let me ask you a question Who are you? Where you from? What you reppin? Is every bar about a burner or a weapon? Now he all gassed up by his presence Some tell me that my music is depressing, but The best rapper in the world, I was destined Jumpoff! Must be the exception Am I the only one that's progressing in the recession? They tell me tricking ain't tricking if you got it I never heard more false words spoken So, if I told you I'm a leave your wrist frozen I was either lying to you or just joking You could be in a wet T-shirt soaking, You could, tell me how your shit get like the ocean You could, jack me off with a bottle of lotion while ya legs open And have trouble gettin a token I grew up a lil, see I'm much more mature, My repoire is one you can adore (ask around) That wasn't always the case so that's for starter I'm enjoying the hood, the one after father I used to invest in heroin With money in Maryland, not Merrill Lynch Morgan Stanley, Goldman Sachs, And now I'm holding stacks as I stroll in Saks Sing it! Uh, check me out now! [Ya na'mean? Nigga all grown up It was this shit] [Verse 2:] Look, when I was younger I used to get ass for sport Now I'm less about her sex, I'm more into her thoughts Nah, I ain't mean to cross that yet, I regress I'm more into her thoughts on sex And the property, fuck what's across my neck Be clear, I'm more into her career then her hair Her mindstate; nothing is insurmountable I'm worried about her account, is she accountable? Real man shit, I'm no longer outlandish The roof don't drop but it's panoramic And I know haters can't stand it So I do it on purpose, still on my Jerz shit We don't fall flat, and we never cave in I leave pressure right to my doormat All that adversity never worried me If anything it feeds me, it'll nourish me (motivate me) I try to keep it a hundred, non fiction Lane switching in my true religions with the double stitching No fitted, T, Kid Robot These rap niggas is ass and I don't dig botox Into entering clubs, dodging photogs So they can talk shit bout me for a whole blog Go hard, no prob, that's the plan (I might) laugh at jokes nigga, I'm a grown ass man! y Ya heard Check me out now! [Yeah! Joey! I swear to god if this roof came down.. This shit be down right now, snowing And I'd have my mo'fucking my shades on and shit, my hand out the window smoking... A blunt! Be next to the cops too Fuck off coppers! Sheah]