King to a Pawn

Talk is cheap need the check cashing we move adjacent no ex maverick
I throw away lines they can't catch it
That's blue writing on the yellow package
You a butter finger
You a butter finger
It's crunch time for you rappers
Need to rewind miss the action
Competition edge past it
We is way above average
Had a vision I'm on sags fifth
Got a couple bags of that fashion
I move the mass like fascists
Taking shit gone get your ass kicked
Bend the truth like elastic
But I keep it real till my casket
I'm never speaking on the past tense
Talkin down to my absence
Fuck the beef even grass fed
Run the numbers like a math test
Need the whole thing fuck a fraction
One day I'll give it a rest I need a milli can't settle for less
Pay me with treasure don't lock up the chest
I can't take it all when I'm dead
One day I'll give it a rest I need a milli can't settle for less
Pay me with treasure don't lock up the chest
I can't take it all when I'm dead
One day I'll give it a rest I need a milli can't settle for less
Pay me with treasure don't lock up the chest
I can't take it all when I'm

Came up out the jungle
Goin ape I need a bundle
Smoking great I'm outta trouble
Workin late I'm on a double
Makin plays don't need huddle
Makin waves they play in puddles
Pave the way take off like shuttles
Now a days flexing muscle
Now a days I go insane
Till we goin pop like champagne
Blowin up this is propane
I need my own private plane
People just swerve in my lane
They got some nerve I must say
Blow in the herb in the face
This shit be stinging like mace
Hop on the curb, and I race
I go absurd I don't pace no
Out of here and I'm flying
Livin life like Mayans
Open mind eye widen
See the light ultraviolet
Give me a couple years
Balling like buccaneers
Don't bring the guns in here
We smokin blunts in here
Get the duds outta here
You ain't a musketeer

Naw you aint here get the fuck up out the fortress
Naw you aint get a part of this portion
Yeah now we heated up got it scorchin
We speaking in a different code like its Morrison
And im speeding to the green like im Gordon
Bitch Im going for the gold pass the torch
Conman handing me the mic like a paton
Im smoking Louis that's that thirteenth no Vuitton
Im like Houdini in this bitch im getting gone
We be apes we are the kings you some pawns

I keep on hearing it be better that if life changed
Nah it better that if you changed
Yeah ability to do things
You da pawns we the moth fucking new kings
Never focus on them odds man em odds can distract
Bout ball till we all on the map
I'm wear my flaws on my back
Man I gone to the max
And I'm nowhere near limit aint no gimmick
Can yeah dig it hold up
Man we wall up in amaze I aint really try to turn wicked
Got the flow can't let the fuckin birds get it
Got me movin in to my third vision
Fuck it yall niggas aint concerned with it