Neef Buck - CheckMate lyrics

rate me

I don’t wanna help the beat

This get me to eat

First love yourselves niggas

Cigar lit and I’m sipping reisland

Gander love the way yeah I’ve been eating

Some bitches caught the vapors now they speaking

I’m a d boy, no decoy, yeah aint no secret

Yeah, emotional, insecure, all the above

Buckky never paid for drugs, I got a real plug

You never been to war, or even cooked raw

Tell the truth, ya just my young boul, young boul

I’ve been around, and still at it

Big bezel on the watch nigga that’s 20 karats

You never had shit, guess that’s why you act funny

Ain’t got to boast or brag, I’m used to the money

Fuck you gonna show me I ain’t seen already

It take more to impress me cause I’ve been heavy

I’ve been hitting hoes, flipping o’s, doing shows

You was a fan first, now you actin so so

Money, power, fame, that ain’t for everybody

Especially when you grow up broke and was a nobody

That shit will drive you crazy

Poppin pills, sippin syrup, yes main won’t say a word

That might just be your downfall

But you gonn learn, you ain’t special

Everybody gets a turn

Hoes gonn flock to whoever hot

Easy to get there, it’s hard to keep the spot

Stand up guy, I always been that

Little 12 month run, niggas'll end that

Got a bunch of male groupies stroking your ego

Making threats on the net, that ain’t the g code

You ain’t gonna kill nothing, see nothing die

Next time add nigga if you wanna reply

Rap beef, we don’t entertain, that’s for them lames

I’m the one who got the money and stayed the same

This don’t taste like beef, this is kool-aid sweet..

Sweet, one of my sons is bumpin they gums

Fuck you gonna shoot me with your registered gun

And wait there on the scene till them pigs will come

I ain’t the one to make no threats or disrespect

But niggas out of line need a reality check

God damn drugs got you thinking everybody hate you

And It don’t mean he aint eatin ..., cause he ain’t got your paper

I try to motivate, you try to put em down

That’s why theres places in my city you can’t come around

You know the strikes I got, you’ve been through nice town

On grant street alone, I moved a thousand pounds

And that’s bagged up, not a weight sale

Yeah I’ve been lined up, but I never tell

Every d boy I know niggas done took an l

Wrong place at the wrong time

That’s how you went to jail.

Thanks to Eric Gallagher for correcting these lyrics