Background Check Lyrics

Wanna run a background check?

Oh… who's the detective?

Man in the mirror, Z on the hoodie

both reflective

Give me a shot, I change your life and perspective

Don Valentino, I'm well connected

Living legend, didn't take 'em long to accept it

Smooth talker, took me a while to perfect it

Smooth young nigga, you gotta love and respect it

Mama, are you down to ride?

Imma run the race to the finish line

Imma family man, imma stand up guy

You can't find no MOG to match my fly

The young bulls use my lyrics for pickup lines

Mama, are you down to ride?

Mama

Ride

Wanna run a background check?

Oh… I can sense the doubt

Hotboys on your Instagram, I took the cool-cooler route

Thotties on my Instagram tryna detect my whereabouts

They tryna throw us off our game

They tryna fabricate lies and throw dirt on my name

But I'm I.C.E. cold and you're Lemonade, we was made for each other

Don't let them convince you otherwise, girl I love ya

Tell your homegirl stop talking like she know me

We ain't spoke in 5 years, she just know the old me

I don't even know why you listen to that phony

Number 1 she single, number 2 she lonely

Some of these squares in your circle ain't ya friends

Misery loves company, don't let them get in

She smile in your face, but she don't wanna see us win

He's been there from the start, but he's been praying for our end

But I'm young Nehemiah with the flow:

They keep on playing with the boy, I'm laying hands, let 'em know

God got the foundation, we just gotta build

You're my dream girl, you my prophecy fulfilled

You what I live for, willing to die for

You what I bleed, what I sweat, what I cry for

I'm not going anywhere, I'm here for the long run

Just let me know if you down 'fore the song's done

Mama, are you down to ride?

Imma run the race to the finish line

Imma family man, imma stand up guy

You can't find no MOG to match my fly

The young bulls use my lyrics for pickup lines

Mama, are you down to ride?

Mama

Mama

[I] might drop a knee in the OG Pradas

America's Cup, I gotta walk on water

Wavy Boyz, heartthrob to your daughters

Fifteen know what's up

T know what's up

Regime know what's up

The 7513 OGs in the cut

What's up

Aye… tell ya what

(Wanna run a background check?)