Jordan Stephens - Check lyrics

[Intro: Gnarly Ventura] Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah [Verse 1: Mik** Pane] Whenever you ask us rappers why we think we're sick, we Bring out the best like Man United in the 60s I've got a 6D, threads are getting sent to me So by mid-week, I've already been through seven tees Sweaty cause I'm speeding forth and back to chase a lady Thought that she was naughty but I'm sad to say she's 80s I ran around so much, I pissed a bubble on my Nikes I bet that's why you think you're hearing something from the 90s Past days were realer times, but this is my decade There are no paink**ers, I'm a different type of headache I brought you a prescription, if they mention my name And you're offended, go against my grain Get it? If you didn't, forget it It means you're an idiot, yes But you didn't look even silly at guessing If you guessed it, you answered a particular question When the f**'s there gonna be another Rizzle Kicks section? [Hook: Gnarly Ventura] Style, check, money, check This ain't chess but we got em in check Rhythm, check, lyrics, check This ain't chess but we got em in check Vibes, check, pocket, check This ain't chess but we got em in check Vision, check, women, check This ain't chess but we got em in check [Verse 2: Gnarly Ventura] Yeah, just give me another ginity (aye) Aim for the moon, call it lunacy I'm on my worst behaviour but I know where I'm going Call it Tom-Tom, Tom, tomfoolery Soon to be the king, brother, I kick you in the crown j**els Why on Earth you chatting about ground rules? I'm a dirty little bugger, flirting with your mother You might hear "ow" when I - her Do your homework, let me be stressed I don't think that I'll ever rest, I haven't hit my peak yet Every effort seems less cause it's seamless See me running on the beat like a bleep test Me-me, me, I don't lie, I throw facts Tell me that you're dope, I'll apply with a slow clap Cause they're dosed on my lines and they know that I'll turn their frown to a smile, call me Prozac Hell-bent on delivering heavenly pleasure Tell them nobody can kick it any better How can you big up to measure When you can barely even string a single sentence together? Time on my hands like a herbalist I'm serving these bars while you work for tips I project me, I'm as real as it gets See, my life's a movie, every verse is a strip, yo [Hook] [Verse 3: Mik** Pane & Gnarly Ventura] And we're back to save the world You pale in comparison, rapping Geisha girls, yeah Ain't even challenging the rhymes that we got I'm a top tier rapper, make em cry when I drop I'm a champ, cups done with a star Drink JD with a spoon cause I've got nothing but bars Every box I tick it like I'm looking for cars You see, it's plain and simple I'm up in the gla** Yo, you don't know what you're doing That's why your crowds are either ghosts or they're booing Yeah, go home cause there's room for improvement You s** more than a room full of hoovers Yo, so don't sleep on this You know, you can't spell dream without me in it But you can't spell nightmare either I swear to be one till I'm visited by the Grim Reaper [Hook] [Outro: Mik** Pane & Gnarly Ventura] This is my decade, this is my decade Yeah, yeah Go home cause there's room for improvement Check