Checkmate

The thought u makes me sick to my stomach Is it a concussion When ur brain gets to drumming Gets to thumping compound Pull me till we all drown raised up in a small town born to be the class clown yea Yea I live in the hood bought the crib from the bank where the fiends and the crooks Do drugs to escape hate but u ain't what I am no u ain't what I'm on Guess u don't see the plan imma king u a pon imma star u a fan So gone imma stick to the plan shorty in the back giving brain in a thong Didn't know she be the one that would love this song I would think in my head like ya boy can't rap all the haters talk smack but they don't know jack Never made a beat pack Giveaway Sunday like you giving out a free stack Words u said yea imma make u eat that weed head fiend that your move queen that Homie said king me but it's check mate he ain't seen that cuz he too gassed up on a cheap pack Imma get better than my old my self beat that dropping one song then I peak that Make a mill sign a deal once a week passed giving back to the streets Witta cheap laugh And a smile on my face when u sit down and eat that make a mill when I'm really at my peak It don't shine without dreams find yourself in the streets giving up on your dreams before ya even seen stacks The thought u makes me sick to my stomach Is it a concussion When ur brain gets to drumming Gets to thumping compound Pull me till we all drown raised up in a small town born to be the class clown yea Yea I live in the hood bought the crib from the bank where the fiends and the crooks Do drugs to escape hate but u ain't what I am no u ain't what I'm on Guess u don't see the plan imma king u a pon imma star u a fan So gone imma stick to the plan shorty in the back giving brain in a thong Didn't know she be the one that would love this song