Check Please! Lyrics

On a war path, gotta press the issue

Sick and tired of checking my math

I been running laps around the jokers tryna take out my knees

Glory to God for the wings He got me soaring with ease I'm fed up

You want it but it don't come cheap

Out here working by my lonely to the sound of the beat

Hit the top then the bottom, got back up on my feet

Now I'm raging on, waited for this moment so long

To myself I wonder what really matters cause I could pile up a platter of shit that make the mind splatter my dude you gotta keep up

Thinking exterior drives a man to delirium

When the battle come spiritual face to face with the mirror

See everybody want it but it don't come cheap

Renumeration for the scandals got us in too deep

Better pray the Lord forgive, that He don't hate me

Perhaps the greatest but I'm nothing on my own two feet

Seven in the morning got me milking this pen, I'm in the lion's den

See em' licking they chops but I ain't on the menu

I got news for you suckers I came to eat, and pound for pound I'm solid up on my feet, I was born for the heat

The haters just gone say what they say, try to stand in the way

But know I'm flying when I crash coming down to the paint

To all the ones who steady checking on me, you the realest, at times I check out and I lose all my feeling

Thinking I done finally come to my senses learned forgiveness when I needed it most

Hit the coast for the summer and I ain't tell nobody, doing my thing been living outer body

Trusting God to show me the way, He been calling the plays

I'm surfing a new wave it's feeling tidal, having dreams of being larger than Eiffel, that's something you can't stifle

Obsessed with the views and making impressions, lost my way and got no sense of direction, guess I needed the lesson

On a war path, gotta press the issue

Sick and tired of checking my math

I been running laps around the jokers tryna take out my knees

Glory to God for the wings He got me soaring with ease I'm fed up

You want it but it don't come cheap

Out here working by my lonely to the sound of the beat

Hit the top then the bottom, got back up on my feet

Now I'm raging on, waited for this moment so long

To myself I wonder what really matters cause I could pile up a platter of shit that make the mind splatter my dude you gotta keep up

Thinking exterior drives a man to delirium

When the battle come spiritual face to face with the mirror

See everybody want it but it don't come cheap

Renumeration for the scandals got us in too deep

Better pray the Lord forgive, that He don't hate me

Perhaps the greatest but I'm nothing on my own two feet