Checkmate (Feat. Payroll Giovanni & Babyface Ray)

LOM Rudy

I went from in the hood to continents

Toasting to our accomplishments

Selling bows like condiments

IG bitches with compliments, they keep boosting my confidence

Our boss meetings be like parent-teacher conferences

I mean some boy here some girl there

A bunch of pictures laying 'round they can’t compare

Squares with a couple circles outta place

To make a long story short we in shape n****

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***** 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?

Hell 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

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 shit

I don’t fuck with many n***** cause most friendly n***** turn out to simply envy n*****

Hoodie look plain but it’s Givenchy n****

You plot on buffies I plot on Bentley's n****

Amiri's wit semis in em Rolexes with 60 in em

They wanted to fall but I rose quick

Friday white gold wrist Saturday the rose kit

Fall up in the club sideliners like he froze shit

Now all my exes keep bringing up some old shit

You know the new coupes out that’s the old 6

The way these n***** purp over dollars it makes no sense

N**** I then broke bread with my whole clique

If I leave the house broke I’m coming back home rich

Babyface Ray

N***** hating on the youngest I’m up, fuck up and coming

You can hear it through the music know I’m up to something

N**** fuck a spot set up shop got the comfort jumping

Linebacker numbers we been hit for seven summers

Im'a 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 for 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

Fuck a Hellcat 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**** place a order and it’s next day

You know we only want the check but it’s checkmate

Kingpins posted with pawns S coupe on the lawn

Bag life like the ghetto Quran

We got weight but still kick it with who pedaling dimes

I’m out here living for my n***** doing federal time

It’s all good