OSHEA IV - CHECK THE STATURE

Quick to stamp my dominance, a prophet and its prominent
Overzealous and it's obvious, can't overlook my ambience
I'm sure you prolly get the gist, hustler spirit marvelous
Attitude be switching quick, often times it's ominous
I'm so slick I'll pick ya pocket, PROPHIT coming on the docket
Ain't no need for no lose change; zip it, seal it, lock it
These niggas broke and that's a damn shame, that flexing need to stop
My spending habit 'bout a damn shame, I want it then I cop
You know I'm such a selfish nigga, take a picture still will crop it
When they fienin then I'll drop it, shit on niggas that done doubted
Know I need the funds allotted, bitch I overlap deposits
757 Know I'm always paying homage
Chesapeake my solace, shit I'm too far from a novice
Never claimed to be the hottest, bitch I'm cold as dead bodies
Bone chilling, arctic drilling, glacier grilling, icy nigga
Nothing realer, heavy hitter, damage dealer, coochie killer
Check the stature, I'm a master, yeah we eatin' check the platter
Pockets fatter, fuck the chatter, they opinions never mattered
Fuck the phony, fake as kony, man stop actin' like you know me
Raw as Foley, never actin', road to Grammys fuck a Tony
Check the stature, I'm a master, yeah we eatin' check the platter
Pockets fatter, fuck the chatter, they opinions never mattered
Fuck the phony, fake as kony, man stop actin' like you know me
Raw as Foley, never actin', road to Grammys fuck a Tony
Go retarded, I'm the hardest, been the realest since I started
Shit, I'm tired of being modest the old IV been departed
Said I'm on some new shit
Ditched toyota, new whip
Villian, W Fisk
Mugging, know I'm ruthless
You other niggas cool it, I'm the number one pick
Bitch get off of my dick unless you come with cool whip
Oh, you done learned a new trick?
New phone, who this?
Strange love, Kubrick
Can't love a bitch that's foolish
I ain't new to this, I'm too legit
I feel it in my blood
How I'm movin', know I'm true to this
I got it out the mud
I ain't new to this, I'm too legit
I feel it in my blood
How I'm movin', know I'm true to this
I got it out the mud
Check the stature, I'm a master, yeah we eatin' check the platter
Pockets fatter, fuck the chatter, they opinions never mattered
Fuck the phony, fake as kony, man stop actin' like you know me
Raw as Foley, never actin', road to Grammys fuck a Tony
Check the stature, I'm a master, yeah we eatin' check the platter
Pockets fatter, fuck the chatter, they opinions never mattered
Fuck the phony, fake as kony, man stop actin' like you know me
Raw as Foley, never actin', road to Grammys fuck a Tony

Written by:
Charles Swinton

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