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letra de checkmate - neef buck

[talking: neef buck]
i don’t wanna help the beat, just give me the heat
first love yourself, n-ggas

[verse 1: neef buck]
cigar lit, and i’m sipping reisland
gained a lil weight, yeah, i’ve been eating
some b-tches caught the vapors, now they’re speaking
i’m a d-boy, no decoy, it ain’t no secret
you’re emotional, insecure, all the above
bucky never paid for drugs, i got a real plug
you never been to war, or never cooked raw
tell the truth, you’re just my young boy’s young boy
i’ve been around and still at it
big bezel on the watch n-gga, that’s 20 karats
you never had sh-t, guess that’s why you act funny
ain’t got to boast or brag, i’m used to the money
f-ck you gonna show me i ain’t seen already?
it take more to impress me cuz i’ve been heavy
i’ve been hitting hoes, flipping o’s, doing shows
you was a fan first, now you’re acting so so

[talking: martin luther king]

[verse 2: neef buck]
money, power, fame, that ain’t for everybody
especially when you grow up broke, you was a n0body
that sh-t’ll drive you crazy, popping pills, sipping syrup
yes men, won’t say a word
that might just be your downfall, but you’re gonna learn
you ain’t special, everybody gets a turn
hoes gonna flock for whoever hot, easy to get there
it’s hard to keep the spot
stand up guy, i always been that
little 12 month run, n-ggas’ll end that
got a bunch of male groupies stroking your ego
making threats on the net, that ain’t the g-code
you ain’t gonna k!ll nothing, see nothing die
next time at a n-gga if you want a reply
rap beef, we don’t entertain, that’s for them lames
i’m the one that got the money, and stayed the same

[verse 3: neef buck]
this don’t taste like beef, this is kool-aid sweet
sweet, one of my sons is bumping their gums
f-ck you gonna shoot me with your registered gun?
and, wait there on the scene till them pigs’ll come
i ain’t the one to make no threats or disrespect
but n-ggas out of line need a reality check
got d-mn drugs got you thinking everybody hate ya
and it don’t mean he ain’t eating cuz he ain’t got your paper
i try to motivate, you try to put em down
that’s why there’s places in the city you can’t come around
you know the stripes i got, you’ve been through nicetown
on grant street, alone, i’ve moved a 1,000 pounds
and, that’s bagged up, not a weight sale
yeah, i’ve been lined up, but i never tell
every d-boy i know, n-ggas done took a and “l”
wrong place at the wrong time, that’s how you went to jail

- neef buck

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