Текст песни Checkmate - Austin Bombaye

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
Homie said king me but it's check mate he ain't seen that cuz he too gassed up on a cheap pack
Imma get better than my old my self beat that dropping one song then I peak that
Make a mill sign a deal once a week passed giving back to the streets Witta cheap laugh
And a smile on my face when u sit down and eat that make a mill when I'm really at my peak
It don't shine without dreams find yourself in the streets giving up on your dreams before ya even seen stacks

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