CHeck 2-1-2 ScHoolboy Q

[Intro]
Alright, c'mon, yeah, yo
Yo, Dave, drop that shit, my nigga

[Hook]
Check 2-1-2
Who rock the motherfuckin' microphone better than Q?
Yeah, uh, check 2-1-2
Who rock the motherfuckin' microphone better than Q?
Yeah, uh, check 2-1-2
Who rock the motherfuckin' microphone?

[Verse 1]
Uh, back to the boogie, boogie to the bang
Bang to the rhythm, rhythm to the slang
Slang to the booth, booth to the truth
Spittin' all these words for the wise and the youth
Youth to the majors, them to the lasers
Beams to the cream, crack rock to the fiends
Fiends to the jails, jails to the tails
All of your dreams that you thought it had failed
Called you by surprise, now the Devil in your eyes
Devil in your pie, see a coochee, hit the broad
Stupid that you feelin' to live in the crack dealin'
Look at the ceilin', stuck in prison, the walls peelin'
Hatin' every day in your life, knew wrong from right
Don't despite, now you payin' the price
A nigga at your home layin' the pipe, your wife livin' a life
Son fell in school, punked in a fight
I keep it real with you, say, I give you a real scripture
Money over bitches cause bitches, they will hit you
Movin' at a good pace, never lose a race
Providin' for your family, keepin' food on the plate
Your money flows, doin' good, stay on your toes
Sell out your rolls, fuck it, let the music control
And take over, it ain't cool to be a street soldier
Just somethin' to think about, shit, now I'm out