Letra de CHECKMATE - Cordae

(Feat. Hit-Boy)

Yeah (Turn me up)

Yeah

(Hit Boy)

Ayy, check it

Okay, I feel unstoppable, odds are not probable

Go against the team, that shit is not logical (Never)

Living out my dream, these islands I'm on tropical (For real)

You ain't made it 'til all the top models is toppin' you

You ain't made it 'til you got stylists go out and shop for you

TMZ pull up, spit on the camera like Pac would do

Hope you niggas caught the right angle, hypotenuse

I'm in DR on a big yacht with the prostitutes

Boy, stop, I'm just living out my real truth

Hundreds real blue, strips on 'em still new

Fucked up Dover Street, I'm drippin' like mildew

They say he don't do visit the hood, nigga, I still do

A real nigga, only difference my bills bigger

I'm still with you, I just got rich a little quicker

The same man, God handed me his game plan

I ain't perfect, far from it, what can I say, man?

I feel unstoppable, odds are not probable

Go against the team, that shit is not logical

Living out my dream, these islands I'm on tropical

You ain't made it 'til all the top models is toppin' you

It felt like yesterday I was just driving my grandma's Chevrolet

From South Carolina to Maryland, I take the jet today

I'm still on the come up, I'm still building my resume

I still got a lot to prove but still I'm heavy weight

I still gotta watch my moves, they try to defamate my character

But I won't let 'em, it's always checkmate

I'm still screaming "Fuck the world," hope she impregnates

Mother Nature's my main bitch, we'll drop a sex tape

I go ballistic and I'm so terrific

Accounts is copacetic, I don't need no permission

But I'm so indebted to this game that I love

And most of all to the man above, now check me out

Now I was just at Friday's, was serving the greens

Then got off to sell weed, I was serving the fiends

Now I ain't never been a gangsta but I know a few things

And seen niggas get locked up to murder their dreams

But I done spoke too much, close curtain the scene

I am not a human being, I'm a full machine

I ain't holier than thou, I don't judge, I sing

I'm just a nigga on the come up tryna reign supreme, motherfucker

Yeah, Hit Boy, we got another one, nigga, ha

Man, y'all niggas ain't ready for this, man

I'm still grinding, I'm still hungry, hungrier than ever

I feel unstoppable, odds are not probable (Nah)

Go against the team, that shit is not logical

Living out my dream, these islands I'm on tropical

You ain't made it 'til all the top models is toppin' you

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