Check It

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, check it
Look, yeah
Look, uh

[Verse 1]
Word to God as I'm prayin' peace in the mornin'
The slightest peek over trouble, I see I'm speedin' towards it
I'm yearnin', pleadin', and mournin' for just a moment of clarity
All the nights we were strugglin', penny pinchin', and hustlin'
Fortune that didn't love us, but we was never a charity, uh
I rather be left for dead than to be a bitch
Guillotine how they come for heads if you ever snitch
In these streets you must be aware of barely rich
[?] stressеd, I rose, I flexed, I lost it all, I shot thе ball, it all was net
But, my glory comes, my wants successive
They wrote me off but I ain't read it (Uh)
I got not time for false achievements
I make time for pretty woman and candy-paint
They dreams of us makin' memories that we can't erase
Reality in the matrix that just can't escape (Uh, uh)

[Verse 2]
Baggage on baggage, I lost track of these travels
Benjamin skin unravel, Uncle Sam got a hammer as soon as I hit the gravel
I fuck these verses up, collect residuals and what have you
I probably spent a mortgage payment on my latest apparel
Gotta thank my Michelle, mm, long way on a cane
I used to pray for Boston Market meals and walk in the rain
See, I don't need alarms, stomach wake me up when the heat is strong
Twenty-seven summers with hoodies and dirty sneakers on
[?], young gauge recognize what these comments do
Whatever I pursue, know these choices gon' lead you [?]
It's logical, she could get Sully or Gully, royalty crowned in a [?]
Why do these clowns [?] above me?
I just made bac' in a country I never thought I would visit
Life has a knack for the lovely, it's like [?] blunts
Which is better with stress? Can't decide, that's a hard one

[Verse 3: GRIP]
Okay, I see a bunch of sound-alikes, look-alikes
Shook the dice, did the ground work, and now we bookin' flights
[?] food for thoughts, these niggas don't think I could cook it twice?
Do been nice since you was [?], and you and momma flew the kite
Game change, I'm laughin' at what niggas do for views and likes
Amassin' clout, I'd rather cast a count for my account
Put five classes out and then I'm through with mics
Now let that sink like a new device
My mood is [?], with a [?], I'm too precise
My technique with the tech is terrific
I'm a technician, you not a threat, listen
I am so far ahead of you boys, I made a track in my steps [?] distance
May these records bring me record attendance, or I exercise the second amendment while relievin' your neck of that pendant
I take letters and get to stretchin' the limits
I ain't rappin', I'm sketchin' a image
On my uncle Timmy, these guys timid
Hide behind gimmicks, give me five minutes
I'll defy physics, multiply digits, used to drive Civic
Came through the back like when your nigga on the side visits
I divide dividends with my niggas
Keep my nickels, that .45 get me out of any limes or pickles
Niggas minds is fickled, hope these lines will trickle, triple, and overtime design to ripple, simple

[Outro: GRIP]
Look, I'm here sippin' the juice, they try cripple the youth
So when I get in the booth, I get to spittin' my truth
That other shit is a spoof, they have scripts to these goose
Attach a face, dye your hair, point a pistol, then poof
Stream shoot through the roof, hah, fuck it