Check Me Out

Lyrics

[Verse 1] My style of rap is the butter type of ghetto Billion words and stories Which makes me more rich and prosperous It's preposterous to imposter us on demo tape So if the A&R spotted mine get signed on the dotted line My final task is to get some kind of vinyl fast I got skills, but who knows how long mine'll last But there's nothing out here except [?] And homicide tales and myths That's the type of life you live or observe [?] If I ain't signed, I'll be dеad or servin' time I'd rather my rеcords sale weight then wind up in a cellmate In jail waitin' to die and go to Hell's gate My flow fascinates for time to go past and wait I ain't sleepin' around, that's the truth So sit tight, no need to Love me or leave me alone Because if you haven't learned to trust me [Chorus] Yo, check me out Yo, hear me out Give me the benefit of the doubt [Verse 2] Of total disaster, this has be a catastrophe 'Cause you be the flyest rhymer to grip the steel, but the wackest motherfucka will get a deal So how much talent for a contract for a rap act to muster That's a tale from a brand new crypt I display the skill that'll do more than pay the bills So my pockets won't feel flat There weren't any labels in the Midwest [Chorus] Yo check me out Yo hear me out Give me the benefit of the doubt, y'all [Verse 3] Pass me copyright form They bite poems to hard to recite I'm not speakin' hypothetic, but that shit you write is pathetic So I can rest of Put you Because if you biters plan on growin' fangs tonight The style you claim is bit Find another subject to make a name with Bustin' capes in spines with nines You a style late, so I'll wait for improvement So your first movement is buy my tape So when your speakers project [Chorus] Yo check me out Yo hear me out Give me the benefit of the doubt, y'all