Check Me Out lyrics

[Intro]
Check me out right here
Nahmean? Old school
Old school n*ggas used to be like
What they used to be like? "Check me out now"
What other ad-libs these old n*ggas used to say?
Hahaha, I don't know but f*ck 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 sh*t get like the ocean (you could)
You could, j*rk 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?
n*gga all grown up
How ill is this sh*t?
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, f*ck 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 sh*t, 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 sh*t (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 n*ggas is ass and I don't dig Botox
Into enterin' clubs, dodgin' photogs
So they can talk sh*t 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 sh*t be down right now, snowin'
And I'd have my, my motherf*ckin', my shades on and sh*t
My hand out the window, smokin'
A blunt, next to the cops too
f*ck off coppers!
Cheah