Check Me Out Joe Budden

[Intro]
Check me out right here
Nahmean? Old school
Old school niggas used to be like
What they used to be like? "Check me out now"
What other ad-libs these old niggas used to say?
Hahaha, I don't know but fuck it
Look

[Verse 1]
Now let me ask you a question
Who are you? Where you from? What you reppin'?
Is every bar about a burner or a weapon?
And now he all gassed up by his brethren (what?)
Some tell me that my music is depressin' (but a)
But, best rapper in the world, I was destined
Jump Off! Must be the exception (I mean a)
Am I the only one that's progressin' in a recession? (listen)
They tell me trickin' ain't trickin' if you got it
I never heard more false words spoken
So, if I tell you I'ma leave your wrist frozen
I was either lyin' to you or just jokin'
You could be in a wet T-shirt soakin'
You could, tell me how your shit get like the ocean (you could)
You could, jerk me off with a bottle of lotion
While ya legs open and have trouble gettin' a token
I grew up a little (see), see I'm much more mature
My rapport is one you can adore (ask around)
That wasn't always the case, so that's for starter
I'm enjoyin' the hood, the one after father
I used to invest in heroin
With money in Maryland, not Merrill Lynch
Morgan Stanley, Goldman Sachs
And now I'm holdin' stacks (as I), as I stroll in Saks
Sing it!