Checkmate

The thought u makes me sick to my stomach Is it a concussion

When ur brain gets to drumming Gets to thumping compound

Pull me till we all drown raised up in a small town born to be the class clown yea

Yea I live in the hood bought the crib from the bank where the fiends and the crooks

Do drugs to escape hate but u ain't what I am no u ain't what I'm on

Guess u don't see the plan imma king u a pon imma star u a fan

So gone imma stick to the plan shorty in the back giving brain in a thong

Didn't know she be the one that would love this song

I would think in my head like ya boy can't rap all the haters talk smack but they don't know jack

Never made a beat pack Giveaway Sunday like you giving out a free stack

Words u said yea imma make u eat that weed head fiend that your move queen that