Cordae, Hit-Boy - CHECKMATE lyrics

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