paroles de chanson Check Your Neck - Austin Steele

Check your neck, Check your neck
Don't ever fucking disrespect, Disrespect
The pictures that's we painting it gets complex
Take a seat and watch this flex, this flex
Check your neck, Check your neck
Don't ever fucking disrespect, Disrespect
The pictures that's we painting it gets complex
Take a seat and watch this flex, this flex

These are Hard times
A hard rhyme
The cash moneys flowing out
The smell of crime '
The raw stench of the divide of our people
Believe in something higher
See no evil
Look me in the face. Am I scared?
My dad told me when I was young to not fear
Cause only fear can get you in your root
How come god didn't ask those officers to not shoot
Answer that and get back to it
It will take a real nigga to come pursue it
Like how I pursing me this pretty young thing about 21
The pussy so good I felt like I was under the gun
And son it was crazy how I had her jay z, up till 4:44 screaming baby you saved me
And she asked me if I can give her another round
To which I replied that I'm always down, Hearing sounds
Of her body moving with mine
Type of fuck that will have you lost it time
And checking yo phone like where I'm at
Cause I don't got no time to call these hoes
I just Snapchat
Like dat
But it's crazy the things that can zone us out
Ignoring the cries of the people who dare to shout
For freedom, equality, and equal share
Asking the powers that be if they have time to spare
But for the moment shorty told me to lay back down
Stop searching for the answers to the problems around
Because I know she wouldn't want me stress
I already know better than these niggas
I'll just check they necks, yeah

Check your neck, Check your neck
Don't ever fucking disrespect, Disrespect
The pictures that's we painting it gets complex
Take a seat and watch this flex, this flex
Check your neck, Check your neck
Don't ever fucking disrespect, Disrespect
The pictures that's we painting it gets complex
Take a seat and watch this flex, this flex

Best rapper out, Nigga who am I?
I already own these motherfuckers
I don't have to try
Put some freestyles out and then I big my chest
Then drop Chris & Tisha
Just to address
That these are stories that we telling
Or rather picture to paint
I'm giving the people the canvas
Just asking you to think
Putting it all on the line
That's for my team
If dr. King was alive, I'd be his next dream
Keep up
I'm telling you that I know this shit
Like how I know they want my niggas to fall in pits
It's a trap that's set by the powers that be
Strap up and kill a nigga and say he clean
Fuck that
I'm telling you that I know this shit
Niggas will live they whole life and never get this writ
I Put niggas on game, and then spread some seeds
Fulfilling prophecies of all my peoples needs
Then I dropped Fly away
Instant classic two
It seemed like the dream of being a rap star was true
With the penmanship to change the game
A poor nigga with a dream was my only claim
But I see niggas respecting it and I knew that shit
Old hoes accepting it and I knew that shit
Fuck niggas rejecting it but I knew that shit
Just like how you should only know I rock house of lit
But that's when I had a conversation with an unnamed source
About the values of life and having remorse
He told me follow my heart and never forget the past
Because in this life of sin
Only memories last
But I thought sure nigga
I know that shit
But how can I think about the past when the future ain't it
Then the source passed away and my spirit quit
That's when I checked myself and realized I didn't know shit
Damn