CheckMate Video (MV)

I could'nt lift my head up
Had to realize that no one gon spare me a jack
I thought it would be a good year
Like an old Goodyear, the pressure got tense, I collapsed
I gotta love myself
I been hurt, so I hope I don't get too attached
Ego don't bring a nigga straight to hell
The devil's a trick, so I know what's a trap
Now I'm just moving and playing it right
Got myself tangled, I'm cutting the ties
The old me is dead and I'm talkin' bout flies
He's gone like lil Rick when he met his demise
No, I'm not wasting my time
Like I did on the thot who took me from my prime
No, I'm not wasting my time
Like I did on the thoughts overriding my mind
Not from the North, but it's word to my dead
Word to my blick nigga, I'm seeing red
Pop out with a stick if it's f*ck what he said
I'm protecting my own, I would die for my nest
I just do me, I don't flex
And I don't pop out in the text
All the bullshit, let it rest
I know I been put through a test
Had to say f*ckin' and walk through the fire
I messed up the fit, I destroyed the attire
F*ck it though, young nigga, came out like iron
And f*ck what they say, bitch, I'm one of a kind
Listen, Lil bru take a seat
Or you bound to crash out on the scene
You gotta move slow nigga, move on your own
Unless you got a real-ass team
Stay on your P's and your Q's
Niggas sheisty lil bro nothing new
I get lonely, pour another deuce
They can't clone me, my clone is me too
Ha-ha, lil' bitch, I'm the one who is you
I done turned a lil lemon to juice
Take the juice and I put it to use
What's a duck nigga, I am a goose
I am the truth, fundamentally insane
Gave up on my heart and put one to the brain
Remember when fog used to fill up my path
Now that clarity made me remember my name
Ain't tripping on shit, now I'm flipping the game
Play me like one and you bound to get played
Talking about uno reverse I'm reversing the curse
And reflecting energy the same
I don't need water, no, I need the flame
I need to sit and accept all the pain
I need to build somethin' memorable
Not get too comfortable, they couldn't handle my ways
She leaving I told her to stay
Like baby ain't listen, left me in a cage
Now I'm just finding a way out, stacking the cake
Now I'm tryna get up and be great
I'm just a young nigga with a old soul
Got a big heart, but it's faint
I am Pikasso, like I'm Pablo
Tryna live life by the paint
Not from New Orleans, but a saint
I'm being myself nigga, and you ain't
Already been through the hell in the night
So why would I ever make stupid complaints
Yeah, why would I ever make stupid complaints
Yeah, why would I, huh