Check Me Out

[Intro]

Check me out right here

Nahmean? 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 niggas used to say?

Hahaha, I don't know but fuck it

Look

[Verse 1]

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?

And now he all gassed up by his brethren (what?)

Some tell me that my music is depressin' (but a)

But, best rapper in the world, I was destined

Jump Off! Must be the exception (I mean a)

Am I the only one that's progressin' in a recession? (listen)

They tell me trickin' ain't trickin' if you got it

I never heard more false words spoken

So, if I tell you I'ma leave your wrist frozen

I was either lyin' to you or just jokin'

You could be in a wet T-shirt soakin'

You could, tell me how your shit get like the ocean (you could)

You could, jerk me off with a bottle of lotion

While ya legs open and have trouble gettin' a token

I grew up a little (see), see I'm much more mature

My rapport is one you can adore (ask around)

That wasn't always the case, so that's for starter

I'm enjoyin' 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 holdin' stacks (as I), as I stroll in Saks

Sing it!

[Break]

Uh, check me out now

Ya mean?

Nigga all grown up

How ill is this shit?

Now look, look

[Verse 2]

When I was younger I used to get ass for sport

Now I'm less about her sex, I'm more into her thoughts (yeah aight)

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 than her hair

Her mind state, nothin is insurmountable (look here)

I'm worried about her account (I mean), is she accountable?

Real man shit, I'm no longer outlandish

The roof don't drop (but) but it's panoramic

And I know haters can't stand it (so!)

So I do it on purpose, still on my Jerz shit (oh!)

We don't fall flat and we never cave in

I lead pressure right to my doormat

All that adversity never worried me

If anything it feeds me, it'll nourish me (motivation)

I try to keep it a hundred, non-fiction

Lane switchin's in my True Religion with the double stitchin'

No fitted, T, Kid Robot

These rap niggas is ass and I don't dig Botox

Into enterin' clubs, dodgin' photogs

So they can talk shit about me for a whole blog

Go hard, no prob, that's the plan

I might laugh and joke son, but I'm a grown ass man, ya heard?

[Outro]

Uh, check me out now

Yeah, Joey!

Tahaha, I swear to God

If this roof came down

This shit be down right now, snowin'

And I'd have my, my motherfuckin', my shades on and shit

My hand out the window, smokin'

A blunt, next to the cops too

Fuck off coppers!

Cheah