Get Checked

Lyrics

Bulb above my head ’cause I know watts up, Ops see me coming, man better not test us Cold with the metal, cold with the flex, Best come correct or I’ll redirect your neck, Right check, spine snap, I’ll leave you a wreck Money, respect, fear—I collect, Step in my lane? Bro, you get checked. Shock a man out the game, got him lost and stuck, Twin barrel when we run on ops, twin turbo run from cops. Either way you meet heat, no pause, no stop, I turn your whole set to chalk, leave the block topless DM’d my ex ’cause she a Ruff Rider, She still wanna ride when the real man slide uh. Man calm, but the chrome on the waist ain’t decorative, Put your crew to rest like a sedative. De ja vu cos your shits repetitive That’s the way it is cos I said it is Pull strings like a violinist, Ops turn vegan when the iron’s in it— No beef left when the tool get explicit Aim for the head, man I never miss it Man think they lions ’til the piece start roaring, Turn your king to a pawn—boardroom warning. Talk pressure? I’ve lived where it brews, One wrong word turn a man into news. Bare fat, you breathe like Darth Vader, Surprised you ain’t grabbed for an inhaler, Surprised you ain’t dropped from heart failure, I move cold, ice-cut, precise like a tailor. Now I’m about to kill it with this verse, And when I say kill it, I mean put it in a hearse. You got shit backwards? Bro, you in reverse, If you think that’s bad, then it only gets worse. Sick individual, coming digital, Bring visuals vivid—shit original. Bars surgical, flow criminal, Step wrong, get clipped—situational. Slide through the block, pockets heavy, mind sharper, Ops chatter too loud, turn a thug to a martyr. Count stacks, count ops, then count the cost, Play with me wrong? Bruv, the whole set’s lost. Pull strings like I’m god, whole world in my palm, One flick, one move, leave a man in alarm. don’t duck, don’t run, I let the work speak, Make a man turn cold, shit ain’t for the weak. Talk tough? I rearrange your existence, Bars hit like bullets, man I aim from a distance. Flip kilos like Lego, stack bricks like Tetris, Man chat ’bout shots, trust me you’ll regret this Every word calculated, flow like a scalpel, Better than me? Man I find that doubtful. Enter the room, hushed lips pure silence, I leave chaos in my wake, real talk pure violence. Bulb above my head ’cause I know watts up, Ops see me coming, man better not test us Cold with the metal, cold with the flex, Best come correct or I’ll redirect your neck, Right check, spine snap, I’ll leave you a wreck Money, respect, fear—I collect, Step in my lane? Bro, you get checked.