Cam the Artist - Check on Me Lyrics

Aye, niggas didn't check on me
I would always do my best but they would step on me
Now I need my neck cold, she gon check on me
Getting money but she wanna blow a check on me
Aye, but i told em don't check on me
Now she wanna slide, wanna put her neck on me
And she watch the way i move, wanna check my speed
Since i'm winning, now she tripping, wanna rep my team
Aye, niggas didn't check on me
Only time they reached out is when a check on me
Watching pockets, watching moves, niggas crept on me
Lotta doubt, and i know them niggas slept on me
But its cool cause look at me now, bitch i'm getting cake
Told my momma i'll do it, don't give a damn how long it takes
And i told her i got her, i just appreciate the wait
Shout out all of my haters, i just appreciate the hate
All the fake ass phony ass niggas in the section
All they do is ask a lot of questions
How you turn a blessing, into mother f*cking stressing
Swear to god a nigga learned his lesson
The company you keep, will determine if you sink or you swim
Determine if you lose or you win
Determine if you free, living life, getting money, getting ms
Or living day to day inside the pen
Younging who been focused on the pen, ain't worried bout a benz
Just worried bout his family, f*ck a friend
I ain't got no time to pretend, shit i'm getting to this paper
If i want ya shorty ima take her
I've been balling hard like a laker
Beefing with the team, make sure you pray to god you see ya maker
Money tall like a skyscraper
I am not a faker, ima block ya number if i hate ya
Sleeping on me so i told em wake up, better get ya cake up
If we fell off don't wanna make up
Connection so bad, when we try to talk it out, shit break up
Used to think the universe hates us
But it turns out, that's the way it's sposed to turn out
If we kept stressing eventually we would burn out
Had to make a choice, make a business decision
Cause she was bad, everybody looked at me like i'm tripping
But i'm chilling, i got bitches, and as god is my witness
I'm really focused on my music, bout my fam and my riches
They the ones who would check on me
Now they flex with me, stead of trynna flex on me
Snake niggas, yeah i know they'd pull the tech on me
Head on a swivel and i got a vest on me
And it's shame on me
Cause they said i did em dirt, they put the blame on me
But, you a liar so it's shame on you
Bad vibes gotta dip, switch the lane on you
Cloudy days, hope they rain on you
Cause you changed on me, i never changed on you
Aye, niggas didn't check on me
I would always do my best but they would step on me
Now i need my neck cold, she gon check on me
Getting money but she wanna blow a check on me
Aye, but i told em don't check on me
Now she wanna slide, wanna put her neck on me
And she watch the way i move, wanna check my speed
Since i'm winning, now she tripping, wanna rep my team