Claas - Checkmate | Текст песни

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• Claas
• Checkmate

I see a lot of people want me to stop (like hey)
I'ma pass 'em on my way to the top
Checkmate motherfucker 'cause it's over and done
Checkmate motherfucker 'cause I already won
2x

Yo, so I am back, said I would return soon
I'm still dope like a nigger just came up off the spoon
Came out the womb, the birth of an MC
I'm candy, because I'm good and there's plenty
Of me to go around, watch the kiddies give a cheer
Cause I am ….. and rappers they better fear
Cause when I bring it in, it's here to stay
So roll out the red carpet and get up outta my way
And watch out for the nickle when I spit, it's a classic
While your stuck in a pickle like you're trapped in a vlasic
Yeah I'm on that shit, I talk, therefore I walk
And I am pretty artistic, I'll outline you in chalk
You see, all of y'all just fake hard, y'all fake stars
These cats are really just sugar like frosted flakes are
So if you gotta go ahead and test me, I got that shit
I'ma die on the toilet like E. Presley

I see a lot of people want me to stop (like hey)
I'ma pass 'em on my way to the top
Checkmate motherfucker cause it's over and done
Checkmate motherfucker cause I already won
2x

I'ma dig a lof of ditches, take rappers and bury 'em
And that'll prove I'm better than rappers up in your area
So you will know I'm sick when I'm on that bassline
Like suicides and y'all look like you wish that it was breaktime
I'm sick with it, it's liquid a rig gimmick
Ruler and rich vision, y'all shitty like sick pigeons
And I am number one from billboards to tours
Wanna, knock the hustle then prepare for war
Beware there's more, and see what's in store
I bring the south, I'm a southern swag connoisseur
And I'm untouchable, this ain't just a rap track
This is real life bitch, listen cause I spat facts
So go 'n give me the respect I deserve
And if you wait tryna give it then nigga I'm taking yours
Observe the hot shit when I spit these flames
The fact still remains, you won't forget me name

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