Check 'Em Out (Prod. DJ MASTA Z)

Check 'em out filled with doubt

Glasses on my face, Clout

This is what I'm about

Call me dragonborn, shout

Track so fire it caused drought

Mixtape fire without a doubt

Caught you lacking, dumbfound

Coming from the underground

 

I'm an underground, unsigned gunner

Bitches in my bed, I fucked yours in the damn summer

Drop an EP, everyone now wants my number

Say I don't got time for a fake motherfucker

Fakes and halfway hoes hit the road

D E D in his full chill mode

Strip her down, deep throat, then I unload

I'm in the middle of an episode

Seven in my heart, so I'm stayin' gold

Anymore I just feel so cold, and I'm just so old

Open old wounds, leave the bones exposed

Feel like an empty ghost, soul overdosed

When I try to breathe all I do is fucking choke

Like I just tried to smoke for the first time

Up all night like I'm working overtime

Fight a pussy, he sees the punchline

When my fist hits his fucking jaw line

 

I crush a verse till it hurts

I play with words like a fucking game

I play with words and got people speaking on my name

People mad cause they ain't getting the fame

they mad cause they lack the life I'm about to reclaim

The past is like a picture frame

I look back and I realize that nothing's the same

I don't need a girl to help life get on track

I just need myself to be getting on the track

They all just be stressing me and that's just a fact

That passed on, I'm in heaven, I found peace at last

And people driving around got my music playin', with the aux on blast

And they talking bout Bad bitch, weed, and the Purple drank

Till the day getting I'm forced to walk the plank