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checkmate - lom rudy lyrics

lom rudy
i been stressing been hitting mo funerals than weddings can’t take a b*tch around no n*gga swear i learned my lesson how you sitting in the county because of domestic when you a million dollar

checkmate lyrics

lom rudy
to me
lom rudy first verse

i went from in the hood to continents
toasting to our accomplishments
selling bows like condiments
ig b*tches wit compliments they keep boosting my confidence
our boss meetings be like parent teacher conferences
i mean some boy here some girl therе
a bunch of pictures laying round they can’t compare
squarеs with a couple circles outta place
to make a long story short we in shape n*gga
outside nothing made in the us we just keep foreign
kids don’t bring me no apples i just need oranges
look how these n*ggas pose to keep up
how i ain’t ain’t suppose to be blunt
how you couldn’t you keep a secret that’s the first thing they teach us
h*ll yeah class in session
why wouldn’t i be the teacher ?
before the government knew who my crew was
way prior to ever having a crew buzz
out in campanella lookin for a new plug
and this before we ever knew who you was scrub
i won’t do no talkin what my neck say
i could write a book not no essay
i get on from my people not no essays
i’m only here for the check but that’s checkmate
payroll giovanni 2nd verse

i started as a street pharmacist
diamonds glisten on my charm and wrist
pistols on hips in case somebody alarm the clique
kids approach me on the block like man who car is this
big crib out in the burbs i swear it’s far as sh*t
i don’t f*ck wit many n*ggas cause most friendly n*ggas turn out to simply envy n*ggas
hoodie look plain but it’s givenchy n*gga
you plot on buffies i plot on bentleys n*gga
amiris wit semis in em rolexes with 60 in em
they wanted to fall but i rose quick
friday white gold wrist sat*rday the rose kit
fall up in the club sideliners like he froze sh*t
now all my exes keep bringing up some old sh*t
you know the new coupes out that’s the old 6
the way these n*ggas purp over dollars it makes no sense
n*gga i then broke bread with my whole clique
if i leave the house broke i’m coming back home rich

babyface ray 3rd verse

n*ggas hating on the youngest i’m up, f*ck up and coming
you can hear it through the music know i’m up to something
n*gga f*ck a spot set up shop got the comfort jumping
linebacker numbers we been hit for seven summers
ima worker and a boss i just bounced back from a lost
i just met her in the club took her right back to the loft
i’m in barney’s in new york grabbing pieces fa the closet
catching pieces from kelani in toronto never saw it
i just got a phone call from jefe, say he pressing heavy on the next play
white lows all my ice on like i’m sj
f*ck a h*llcat might do the audi call it neff day
shooters every corner how you want it you know steph klay
scandalous with the pills you know brody went the rex way
mike epps n*gga place a order and it’s next day
you know we only want the check but it’s checkmate
kingpins posted with p*wns s coupe on the lawn
bag life like the ghetto quran
we got weight but still kick it wit who pedaling dimes
i’m out here living for my n*ggas doing federal time it’s all good

- lom rudy lyrics

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