Lyrics Checkmate 2 - Neef Buck

Checkmate 2

You don’t even live the life of crime
Talking bout who dropped a dime
Enough hoes on my dick nigga, get up off of mine
Go get a job, go find a hobby wit your spare time
My umi don’t want from nothin, I guess im doin fine
We don’t have the same beliefs, I love to read Hadith’s
Praying 5 times a day, that they stay up out my way
I’m like Malcolm in the window wit the AK
Promote wit your love and never bash wit the hate
The definition of fake, the definition of fake
I don’t want it around me and fuck Montgomery County
Couple dudes I been there for kinda broke my heart
Even your shadow leave your presence once you’re in the dark
Missing the target but they steady throwing darts
Tryna trick me out of my position, I’m too smart
And, you can’t scream «free him», if you don’t go up and see him
I take the trips and send the pics, 250 at a time
And, I never send em women that I didn’t bomb
Homie snapshot, carry rumors bout me
Sharing dreams wit dudes, where would they be without me?
I guess my past preparing me for the future
I know you heard the saying «fore I met you, I never knew ya»
And, the lack of having money is the root of all evil
It’s sad when the betrayal come from your own people
Fuck, nigga’s draw’n, fuck is niggas on?
Talkin' shit about me wit my hand-me-downs on
They’ve been envied, wanted my spot, I ain’t surprised
Just cuz he by your side, don’t mean he’s on your side
You know the friend of everybody be the first to die?
How a nigga beneath you going to make you pick a side?
When real friends supposed to have the same enemies
But niggas jealous and bitter wit women tendencies
Plus, my name like gold in the penetentaries
You been home but you ain’t reach back yet
A letter, some flicks, not even a check
My actions and my good deeds is what they respect
Never made a statement, never took the stand
But, if that once was your man, you’re supposed to holla at fam
But you internet niggas, take it right to the gram
Cuz you get more attention when my name get mentioned
And when friends turn to foes, they’ve been hatin for sure
Plus the next time you reading fictions, pick a better story
A D-Boy gives up a best buy employee?
Niggas gave me up, I copped out, was innocent
But you spreading these rumors, what do you benefit?
It’s kingpins and killers for snitches doing life
You’re playing wit the street code, tryna get likes
Throwing shade while I’m shining, I’m just living more life
On a beach in Puerto Rico, sippin', tryna get a tan
Gettin' calls from my mans, you goin' ham on the gram
This what it come to for real tho?
Real niggas gotta entertain weirdos?
Well shit, here it go…