Stew - CHECKLIST (feat. Greek, Naes, craftedbytyler & What?) Lyrics

Yeah
Take a step inside the castle
And take a bow, your grace
I think I found my place
I'm sitting on the throne you can call me King Naes
I got the midas touch turn this shit into gold
This beat had me doing the stank face, I told What we was gonna make this shit cold
Or scolding hot
The Stew simmering the pot
Put in the ingredients and tell me what you got
You got a classic
Something that they teaching in the classes
Professor Naes, never late
Lecturing your asses
I'm like a rap chameleon
A King, professor, anything between to make a billion
Just be sure to bow before the greatest cause I'm really him
Yeah I mean I'm really him
They say I don't miss
I'm like Hawkeye, or 50 Cent
I'm many men, I'm many men
I'm like a king or a God among these men, I am him
All I do is check rappers off the checklist
Keep going, nothing to applaud but it's all good
You fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong
Let me tell you dudes no one can do it better
All I do is check rappers off the checklist
Keep going, nothing to applaud but it's all good
You fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong
Let me tell you dudes no one can do it better
Yeah, yeah
Ayo it's like the Game of Thrones make them bending the knee
It's like the game of clones how they obviously
Copy thee, styles of the prodigies
A robbery about to hit the ammo store
And have a f*cking shopping spree
We don't follow trends, we are the trendsetters
I climb out with the resume and couple reference letters
We'll fix you with the style you can ride on that wave
Just stay up off that sucker shit and learn to behave
Instead of counting plays, you should stay up in the booth
And lock yourself away until you start rhyming the truth
We don't gotta lie, we actually cool as f*ck
I mean right after this verse, my dick actually getting sucked
We really do shows, we really take trips
Matter fact, this September find me on the Vegas strip
In the private lounge at the Wynns Sportsbook
Going all in until the house gets took, baby
All I do is check rappers off the checklist
Keep going, nothing to applaud but it's all good
You fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong
Let me tell you dudes no one can do it better
All I do is check rappers off the checklist
Keep going, nothing to applaud but it's all good
You fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong
Let me tell you dudes no one can do it better
Whooo, ya
Yeah, I get it poppin in these verses only I am
Stand behind my bars, I'm in a cell I'm only rotten
When What's killing these beats I'm only vibing
Combat patch a true shooter, Kobe Bryant
With my shot the accuracy is spot on
The best to ever do it black mamba when the clocks on
Under pressure keep it movin' when the opps on
In your verses you a killer, never have the Glock on
Check my resume. I educate and elevate
I murder all these words in my verses
You could tell he's fake
Check my past life, call that Iraq life
In the MRAP I make 'em act right act right
When you ain't act right, your life is just an act right?
Top flight, security I see you with that flash light
This the resolution, evolution, execution!
I'm about to settle that beef and keep the levels moving
All I do is check rappers off the checklist