Check Please!
On a war path, gotta press the issue
Sick and tired of checking my math
I been running laps around the jokers tryna take out my knees
Glory to God for the wings He got me soaring with ease I'm fed up
You want it but it don't come cheap
Out here working by my lonely to the sound of the beat
Hit the top then the bottom, got back up on my feet
Now I'm raging on, waited for this moment so long
To myself I wonder what really matters cause I could pile up a platter of shit that make the mind splatter my dude you gotta keep up
Thinking exterior drives a man to delirium
When the battle come spiritual face to face with the mirror
See everybody want it but it don't come cheap
Renumeration for the scandals got us in too deep
Better pray the Lord forgive, that He don't hate me
Perhaps the greatest but I'm nothing on my own two feet
Seven in the morning got me milking this pen, I'm in the lion's den
See em' licking they chops but I ain't on the menu
I got news for you suckers I came to eat, and pound for pound I'm solid up on my feet, I was born for the heat
The haters just gone say what they say, try to stand in the way
But know I'm flying when I crash coming down to the paint
To all the ones who steady checking on me, you the realest, at times I check out and I lose all my feeling
Thinking I done finally come to my senses learned forgiveness when I needed it most
Hit the coast for the summer and I ain't tell nobody, doing my thing been living outer body
Trusting God to show me the way, He been calling the plays
I'm surfing a new wave it's feeling tidal, having dreams of being larger than Eiffel, that's something you can't stifle
Obsessed with the views and making impressions, lost my way and got no sense of direction, guess I needed the lesson
On a war path, gotta press the issue
Sick and tired of checking my math
I been running laps around the jokers tryna take out my knees
Glory to God for the wings He got me soaring with ease I'm fed up
You want it but it don't come cheap
Out here working by my lonely to the sound of the beat
Hit the top then the bottom, got back up on my feet
Now I'm raging on, waited for this moment so long
To myself I wonder what really matters cause I could pile up a platter of shit that make the mind splatter my dude you gotta keep up
Thinking exterior drives a man to delirium
When the battle come spiritual face to face with the mirror
See everybody want it but it don't come cheap
Renumeration for the scandals got us in too deep
Better pray the Lord forgive, that He don't hate me
Perhaps the greatest but I'm nothing on my own two feet