LYRICS
作词 : Jo-Vaughn Virginie/Kirlan Labarrie
作曲 : Jo-Vaughn Virginie/Kirlan Labarrie
Check my style check check check it out
Check my style check check check it out
Check it out y'all check check check check it out y'all
Check my style check check check it out
Check my style check check check it out
Check my style check check check it out
**** jumping the broom honey moons i i hit the pot
Soak me up like a mop know i'm up know there's levels
Staring down at the devil hello guess i got the memo
Pulling strings like geppetto you just a puppet fellow
I came up out of the tomb don't drop a l
Uh you don't want to see the evils which i dwell in hell
To excel this shit never fails always excels
They been swallowing since before the double xl
*** cell ex ask why it never work out
I guess i exercise too much when i work out
Shows too turnt out return home burnt out
Now i got to hear all the shit that you heard 'bout
Can i live what these niggas want me off a bridge
If i say it's turnt down do i burn that shit
Truth is if it ain't real i don't feel it
If it don't hit my spirit i don't get near it
And that's point blank period know some ****** that fear it
Same ****** who know that we the illest
Lines so deep a great shark is what i reel up
Hit the flow and it can't go realer my whole camp gorillas *****
Check check check it out
Check my style check check check it out
Check my style check check check it out
Check my style check check check it out
Don't jack my style
Check check check it out
Check my style check check check it out
Don't jack my style
Jack jack jack it out
Check my style
I stand juxtaposed to all my pro's realest illest ****** i know
See these foes bitin' the flows they even jooks the pose
I guess my cd really shaking the coast
Cause this really be the year that i feast capisce
Nothing defeats the beast i speak my piece
Know ****** in the streets that heat seek for me release and squeeze
Might put a halloween between your spleen
Retreat or trickle down to your last pound of green know what i mean
**** it's like taking candy from the babies
All of these rappers are just a bunch of now and laters
They too sweet plus they lease their mercedes
Can't be second greatest i'm the best and def your favorite
My flow in-depth ***** i got my wave up
It's either get your tidal waved or you could be my neighbor
Cause if i can't eat then you can't either
I need to know need the pizza dough **** i'm spittin' ether for
Yeah *****
Reigning rap supreme in this *****
Cause ******* lie ****** lie numbers too
Cause ******* lie ****** lie numbers too
******* lie ****** lie numbers too
******* lie ****** lie numbers too
What the **** you gon' do when the era come for you
Check my style check check check it out
Check my style check check check it out
Check my style check check check it out
Don't jock my style
Check my style check check check it out
Check my style check check check it out
Check my style check check check it out
Don't jack my style
And i'm from the blocks where they sell
Cell blocks rock my mental
See them fake thugs that you see before can't even spell
My flows filled with words you can't pronounce stories you can't tell
Check my style check check check it out
Check check it out