Playing Chess

I'm on the road so much, I know my mailbox full as fuck
Around Big A so much, ain't ate a thing, we drinkin' 4s for lunch
Fuck a job, I'm rappin' now, I could have Vomit pay for rent
I keep Pac around to humble me, he still think I'm a bitch
Yea I'm petty, shit, might drop the bitch, cus I don't like her tone
Woke up screamin' 3 AM, I had a nightmare I was broke
Check my chase, well over straight, I'm livin like my life a dream
He get posted MCM, on Tuesday got her on her knees
Press a box around the M, and charge em half a blue a piece
Fuck they think I'm slowin' down? Like Legal Pape was just a tease
Gang, Dreez got a tape, P got a tape, tell Mino book a show
Put my numbers verse that nigga numbers, shit ain't fuckin close
Niggas rappin cus I'm rappin', I could switch the flow
In middle school I was the shit, still coo with Misses Mo
If rap don't make me rich, we still could hit the road
Still I'm known for gettin bags OT, still known for getting ghost
We don't talk about the dead, bitch thats why they dead
50 bullets, all the tips is red, shit we know he dead
100K they want theses tapes, don't bring nothin' less
Filthy rich or I'll be in the Feds, 50 playin chess



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Writer(s): Myles Sadler
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