Lyrics Check - G-SALIH

Rap still owe me my spot, y'all thought I forgot?
Word to my pops man, soon as this drop
Put time on the clock
Then sit and just watch shit spill out my brain
Minute I came I knew what I came from
All of that soft shit not in my veins
Not on my brain, y'all shooting for stars
I shoot at your cockpit and I'm not playin'
Talkin' bout drive, y'all don't got enough range
Talkin' bout change, fuck talkin' bout chains
We talkin' bout practice?
I'm up active, doubled my maxes, 100 more reps
Y'all still on the mattress?
I'm advancing, treating these tracks like 100 yard dashes
Treating the map like Ibn Battuta
Y'all going up like string and balloon
Niggaz got whole lot of talk never proof but
Fuck what you want, what you willing to do?
Said everybody wanna live to play they part
Tell me how you know when you've made your mark
This the fuckin' summer I'ma up the score
Breaking down the door fuck your fake decorum
Still got a lot of shit I can't afford
Giving up is one I'm bout to aim to go out guns blasting
Fuck what you paid before
Nigga now it's up time to pay me more
Like gimme my check
Gimme my check
Gimme my check
Gimme my check
Yeah
Said gimme my check
Gimme my check
Gimme my check
Gimme my check
Hoe I'm straight, hoe I'm cool, I don't play by your rules
Hoe I'm straight, hoe I'm cool, I don't play by your rules
They gon' plot, I'm gon' prove
I don't talk, I just move
Hoe I'm straight, hoe I'm cool, I don't play by your rules
Your time running out, got the ball
What's the call? Where's your confidence?
I recall feeling lost
Y'all couldn't see shit beyond knowing G don't belong with us
You was right!
Lost in the process, dodging the boxes
Dawg will these blogs ever learn
How to fuckin' stop calling me conscious?
God let me pop then I'm gone with the profits far from this continent
Spent the last 3 months outside sun bathing
Meditating, feel a bug land on my face, embrace it
Renovated, freed up more room in the same old spaces
Uninstalled all the walls that it came in
Now I got the world in my basement
It's a lifelong vacation
Two-pronged, part of me cool, calm, part of me flexing
Oversized suit on, bottoms defected
Ever since newborn I been eclectic, damn
True form coming
These groupon rappers need food for thought, I might bless em'
Nigga my mind like a delicatessen
Nigga my grind never letting me
Look
Everybody wanna live to play they part
Tell me how you know when you've made your mark
This the fuckin' summer I'ma up the score
Breaking down the doors fuck your fake decorum
Still got a lot of shit I can't afford
Giving up is one and I'm prepared to go out, guns blasting
Fuck what you paid before
Nigga now it's up time to pay me more
Like gimme my check
Gimme my check
Gimme my check
Gimme my check
Yeah
Said gimme my check
Gimme my check
Gimme my check
Gimme my check
Hoe I'm straight, hoe I'm cool, I don't play by your rules
Hoe I'm straight, hoe I'm cool, I don't play by your rules
They gon' plot, I'm gon' prove
I don't talk, I just move
Hoe I'm straight, hoe I'm cool, I don't play by your rules