Checked

(Oh-no, the boy is on a roll Reaching for his goal Wow-wow-wow Man you fucking with the best, the best Better show respect) Ah (The boy ain't gonna fold) Lo-Fi Lenny on the motherfucking beat (Wow-wow-wow Know I don't forget) Yah, yah (Somebody getting checked) Yah I started off with free styling over DMX instrumentals Now I treat it like a game of Deadpool, without the act from Ryan Reynolds I walk up in the studio with my axe ready To cut heads in my black and red flannel (Ha-ha) I dismantle body limbs, like the police tried when beating Rodney King unconscious Yet, they still claim the system runs flawless Man f*ck you, explain that to all the kings who have fallen To all the hollow-tip filled bodies, closed in a coffin You know to somebody, somewhere, that shit means profit (Ah) They want people to pick up the gun, load it and cock it So let's go to Afghanistan, some people still don't understand The pain, the blood shed on blood money by corporations Yet we still focus on Ted Bundy (Ah) 'Cause most of us don't give a f*ck about them Not giving a f*ck about a human life, to put it bluntly So f*ck it, I'm just a Hip-Hop junkie, treating these rappers roughly A lot of tough talk but you's a bitch inside I can make you bleed for a week and I can do it monthly (Ha-ha) I'm hungry so back off, unless you wanna fill a body bag in my catalogue You can't f*ck with me, if you pop an Adderall It's not a sprint, it's a marathon, bitch But if you talk shit, I'll be glad to respond Oh-no, the boy is on a roll He came up from the bottom, now he reaching for his goal (Goal) Wow-wow-wow, man you fucking with the best You don't need to like me, but you better show respect, 'cause Oh-no, the boy ain't gonna fold He will come and get you, if you put him in a hole (Hole) Wow-wow-wow, man just know I don't forget (Ah) I don't f*ck around, man, somebody getting checked (Ugh) These bitches ain't gotta talk to me man, I know I'm cute I hit the booth and blackout like Black Thought in The Roots I'm on a big bag pursuit (Ha-ha) I go so hard in the studio, my girl steady cooking me soup I out-rap your whole group (Ugh) G shit like Ice Cube, I got some attitude I'm praying to the Hip-Hop gods, the way I'm killing MC's I'm a radical, I'm an extremist (Woo) Been vocal ever since I came out the fetus, kicking raps in my room It got my mom really heated, but I know my fucking purpose, I know what I came here for (Ah) I know my target, I know what I'm aiming for I studied the greats, who came before me Corny motherfuckers steady talking shit about me, like I ain't gonna pick the pen up I ain't gonna rap circles around your head Till your bitch is fed up with you, man, I'm serious (Ha-ha) We gotta get our bread up and get our own like cafeteria So now I'm fully invested, every night I'm working like a light house till my skill is perfected So I can be seen from miles out, man I'm danger in this rap shit, every verse I write I put a ribbon on after I wrap it It's Naison Oh-no, the boy is on a roll He came up from the bottom, now he reaching for his goal (Goal) Wow-wow-wow, man you fucking with the best You don't need to like me, but you better show respect, 'cause Oh-no, the boy ain't gonna fold He will come and get you, if you put him in a hole (Hole) Wow-wow-wow, man just know I don't forget (Ah) I don't f*ck around, man, somebody getting checked (Ugh) I don't f*ck around, man, I don't f*ck, I don't f*ck I don't f*ck around, man, somebody getting checked