Song meaning of Legit Check (Remix) by FRIENDLY THUG 52 NGG (Ft. Big Baby Tape)

Ah, the intense lyrical masterpiece that is "Legit Check (Remix)" by FRIENDLY THUG 52 NGG featuring Big Baby Tape. The song starts with Wex on the beat, giving it that extra spicy flavor. Our dear FRIENDLY THUG 52 NGG comes in with a swagger, claiming that his flow is so hot that labels want to buy him for five million big ones. And guess what? He's got a new flex too! So now he can buy himself some fancy furniture to sit on while he raps about being the top one in rugby. He proudly declares that he's legit and can pass any check, while greeting us with a casual "Allo, Salam-Alaikum." Big Baby Tape joins the party and shares his adventures, from going to the temple on weekends to mixing various colors of money on his flag. He dropped some fire and spent more days hanging out on the block than on some flyer-covered wall. Now he's flying high with a Benzo chain that fits him like a glove. Problems? He says he's got them all covered because any problem will do. His old flow was stolen by some white guys, but he's not worried because he changed his flow anyway. And oh boy, the city has banned all his shows because he goes so hard. He's been in the ring like a boiling pot, giving punches like he's fighting in a Thai boxing match. But here's the twist, folks, his Bentley Coupe just doesn't understand him because it's a foreigner. Poor guy! His journey continues with tales of stealing the scene, trying to save his soul, and hoping to go to paradise. With a new flow, he's launching his own label. And guess what? He's got a new check, so his Cadillac is cruising. Both Benzo Gang and 52 make everyone legit, and those who want to buy him might not have enough cash. FRIENDLY THUG 52 NGG jumps back in and brags about being so real in the dusty world of fakes. He never had steak at restaurants until now, and apparently, the rap game is full of verbal diarrhea and in need of some medication. But hey, his lyrics are tight, not a single extra word to be found. His mama knows about his pill-popping days, and he moved out of the family apartment to make way for his huge gang. Moscow might be dirty, but the money's good. He flies more than he takes the bus and travels between cities for concerts. He's tired of splitting percentages but believes being hungry is good for you. He's been grinding in the studio for years and releasing tracks, but some say he ain't the same. Only yesterday, they listened to his album and finally realized his greatness. So, this is his second one, and now he's getting paid in dollars. He's turning losers inside out because they're just rolling piles of crap. Oh, and by the way, 500 grams isn't enough for him; it's just like a snack. He takes joy in closing the table for his loved ones, but all these rappers talk about guns while carrying around a USP. He's got royalties stuck, so he demands they speed up. The neighborhood brought him 700k, and it's time to grab a gun. He's done with the dirt; he won't bring it home anymore. But trust me, he was an active corner every day of the week. He declares that white rap is darker than overseas and asks for some vodka because he's had enough of rolls with eel. Ah, the beauty of "Legit Check (Remix)"—a true masterpiece of modern times that will surely go down in history. Bravo, FRIENDLY THUG 52 NGG, bravo!