Chess

Aye
Yeah, uh

I'm playin' Chess, while you playin Checkers
Did it myself, pardon me if I flex at all
Double stepping Margielas, these are not no sketchers dog
They said them packs came in, I had to get it off
I move my pawn to B3, I shoot my bishop to B2
Sayin' I'm the melody king, yeah, I think so too
I gotta run for my city, so I'm tyin' up my shoes
I know this life shit can get gritty, so I'm just payin' my dues
Anxiety over consuming me, so Imma go hide it with jewelry
I just bought a house in LA to stack up all of my artillery
All of this stress in my head, it's way too heavy, yeah its killing me
I gotta play with all these shitty cards
Cuz that's all they've been dealin' me

I'm screamin' fuck the dealer, bitch I'm the king like Freeza
Broke boy asking for a verse, bitch, I charge for features
You can just sit on a bench and watch me from the bleachers
Cuz I'm be king of this game, scoring like Julius Caesar
Imma get to the money like Beth Harmon
I'm takin' up arms cuz all of my opps, they after a big target
I run to the bank, they ringin' me up, that's a large deposit
Money's getting way too big, it don't fit in my pocket

I'm playin' Chess, while you playin Checkers
Did it myself, pardon me if I flex at all
Double stepping Margielas, these are not no sketchers dog
They said them packs came in, I had to get it off
I move my pawn to B3, I shoot my bishop to B2
Sayin' I'm the melody king, yeah, I think so too
I gotta run for my city, so I'm tyin' up my shoes
I know this life shit can get gritty, so I'm just payin' my dues
Anxiety over consuming me, so Imma go hide it with jewelry
I just bought a house in LA to stack up all of my artillery
All of this stress in my head, it's way too heavy, yeah its killing me
I gotta play with all these shitty cards
Cuz that's all they've been dealin' me

Lately I've been stressed out, I used to sleep on a couch
Now they coming around for the clout
Please tell me what's that about?
If I got caught up, would they bail me out?
I'm going insane tryna to figure it out
Oh my God
Fuck it now I got baguette diamonds they shinin' off my arm
And I promise that I did it myself, straight up on my own
Bitch Imma get it and stack up these chips because that's all I know
Bitch, I'm going to run it and get it up for my city
I'm going back home

I'm playin' Chess, while you playin Checkers
Did it myself, pardon me if I flex at all
Double stepping Margielas, these are not no sketchers dog
They said them packs came in, I had to get it off
I move my pawn to B3, I shoot my bishop to B2
Sayin' I'm the melody king, yeah, I think so too
I gotta run for my city, so I'm tyin' up my shoes
I know this life shit can get gritty, so I'm just payin' my dues

I just bought a house in LA to stack up all of my artillery
I gotta play with all these shitty cards
Cuz that's all they've been dealin' me



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Writer(s): Mark Elwood, Mateo Cubillos
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