Checkmate feat. RD by TT17 Lyrics
[Verse 1]
[RD]
Aye, RD gettin’ started with this shit
Bitch, I’m lit, I can spit, show my grit
All I do is win, never quit, saucy outfit
MSHS Spirit, how I go, with the flow, gotta put a show
Watching cringy Tik Tok’s , how they woah
Shoutout to my homie, Joe
He the bro, never trust a hoe
I’m the guy, bitch I’m fly
I’m the guy, bitch I’m fly
I’m the guy, bitch I’m fly
I’m the guy, bitch I’m fly
I’m the guy, bitch I’m fly
[Verse 2]
[RD]
I’m the guy, bitch I’m fly
One day, Chris will be a buckeye
‘Men In Black’ , with the tie, I don’t have to try
Rapping like I’m high, like the sky
Firework in July, people say I’m shy
But yo messages be dry, it’s okay
You don’t have to cry, eat a slice of pie
Off the weed, drivin’ like I’m ‘Need For Speed’
Runnin’ like I’m Austin Reed
My bro will succeed, like Adonis Creed
Off the beat, Let me drop the heat to TT
[Verse 3]
[TT17]
(Aye, aye, aye)
I got the flow, liar a hoe
I’ll count 10 G’s, then I’ll grind like I’m broke
With the boy, Ryan, we stay droppin’ heat
Started at ‘Day Ones’ , we can’t be beat
Droppin’ the bangs, droppin’ the bars
He sent me the beat, and I’ll tear it apart
Me and Ryan, we countin’ the money
She playin’ with me, and she thinkin’ it’s funny?
(Thinkin’ it’s funny? Oh, nah, nah. Think you got money? Oh, nah, nah. Checkmate, checkmate, meet your fate, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Droppin’ a diss, like I’m a boss
I’ll diss her like Green Bay did to Moss
Flow on the track, put this on my grave
“I’ll kill all the tracks, not one Ima save”
I used to be trash, my rappin’ was wack
I went from a young boy, to countin’ the stacks
Went from no friends, now got the bros
Went from the bottom, I rap like a pro
Rap like a pro, rap like I’m Meek
She stood at her home, heart of the streets
(Where does she belong? She belong to the streets! Where does she belong? She belong to the streets! Where does she belong? She belong to the streets! She belong to the streets!)
Droppin’ a diss, like I’m a boss
I’ll diss her like Green Bay did to Moss
Flow on the track, put this on my grave
“I’ll kill all the tracks, not one Ima save”
I used to be trash, my rappin’ was wack
I went from a young boy, to countin’ the stacks
Went from no friends, now got the bros
Went from the bottom, I rap like a pro
Rap like a pro, rap like I’m Meek
She stood at her home, heart of the streets
(Where does she belong? She belong to the streets! Where does she belong? She belong to the streets! Where does she belong? She belong to the streets!)
[Verse 4]
[RD]
You know how we go, on the flow
Duo combo, like a free throw
Started rapping, stop capping
Cuz we know your ass is clapping
Always on the grind, while you’re always fap-
I’m the new kid on the block
These haters is all talk
As I walk, you suck cock
Take you back to John Locke
Turn back the clock, my flow is O.G
Like it’s livestock
I’m the guy, bitch I’m fly
I’m the guy, bitch I’m fly
Rest In Peace to Kobe, he is the greatest to ever do it
(Checkmate)
[RD]
Aye, RD gettin’ started with this shit
Bitch, I’m lit, I can spit, show my grit
All I do is win, never quit, saucy outfit
MSHS Spirit, how I go, with the flow, gotta put a show
Watching cringy Tik Tok’s , how they woah
Shoutout to my homie, Joe
He the bro, never trust a hoe
I’m the guy, bitch I’m fly
I’m the guy, bitch I’m fly
I’m the guy, bitch I’m fly
I’m the guy, bitch I’m fly
I’m the guy, bitch I’m fly
[Verse 2]
[RD]
I’m the guy, bitch I’m fly
One day, Chris will be a buckeye
‘Men In Black’ , with the tie, I don’t have to try
Rapping like I’m high, like the sky
Firework in July, people say I’m shy
But yo messages be dry, it’s okay
You don’t have to cry, eat a slice of pie
Off the weed, drivin’ like I’m ‘Need For Speed’
Runnin’ like I’m Austin Reed
My bro will succeed, like Adonis Creed
Off the beat, Let me drop the heat to TT
[Verse 3]
[TT17]
(Aye, aye, aye)
I got the flow, liar a hoe
I’ll count 10 G’s, then I’ll grind like I’m broke
With the boy, Ryan, we stay droppin’ heat
Started at ‘Day Ones’ , we can’t be beat
Droppin’ the bangs, droppin’ the bars
He sent me the beat, and I’ll tear it apart
Me and Ryan, we countin’ the money
She playin’ with me, and she thinkin’ it’s funny?
(Thinkin’ it’s funny? Oh, nah, nah. Think you got money? Oh, nah, nah. Checkmate, checkmate, meet your fate, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Droppin’ a diss, like I’m a boss
I’ll diss her like Green Bay did to Moss
Flow on the track, put this on my grave
“I’ll kill all the tracks, not one Ima save”
I used to be trash, my rappin’ was wack
I went from a young boy, to countin’ the stacks
Went from no friends, now got the bros
Went from the bottom, I rap like a pro
Rap like a pro, rap like I’m Meek
She stood at her home, heart of the streets
(Where does she belong? She belong to the streets! Where does she belong? She belong to the streets! Where does she belong? She belong to the streets! She belong to the streets!)
Droppin’ a diss, like I’m a boss
I’ll diss her like Green Bay did to Moss
Flow on the track, put this on my grave
“I’ll kill all the tracks, not one Ima save”
I used to be trash, my rappin’ was wack
I went from a young boy, to countin’ the stacks
Went from no friends, now got the bros
Went from the bottom, I rap like a pro
Rap like a pro, rap like I’m Meek
She stood at her home, heart of the streets
(Where does she belong? She belong to the streets! Where does she belong? She belong to the streets! Where does she belong? She belong to the streets!)
[Verse 4]
[RD]
You know how we go, on the flow
Duo combo, like a free throw
Started rapping, stop capping
Cuz we know your ass is clapping
Always on the grind, while you’re always fap-
I’m the new kid on the block
These haters is all talk
As I walk, you suck cock
Take you back to John Locke
Turn back the clock, my flow is O.G
Like it’s livestock
I’m the guy, bitch I’m fly
I’m the guy, bitch I’m fly
Rest In Peace to Kobe, he is the greatest to ever do it
(Checkmate)