Chess Match (feat. Kaly Jay)

I've really been going through it
I haven't been making music
No writing or beat producing
These women they keep seducing
My shit is packed up in storage
I need a new spot to record in
Remember we met in Dolores park
Rapping with Hi-Lo and Morris
I need to move back to the Bay
Back in L.A. I was so broken and scared for my life
I was counting the days
Thought it was over and nobody cared that I dropped out of the race
Music was nothing the fatal consumption of substances
Valuable customers copping an ounce
I don't do nothing for clout
I just be copping these pounds
Fatal attraction
The worst case of writers block
Broke no job
I lost friends
All my wires crossed
Rappers, politicians all the same i just supply the shock
Check
Your move
Just don't give me all that choir talk

You know I know how you feel
I'm holding down fam, I been keeping up with bills
I been holding shit inside, I think it's time to break the seal
And I say my life a movie cuz this shit can get real
Children lookin up to me for guidance, I can never chill
What's the value of a man if he ain't generating wealth?
Calculate the time I spend building up myself
Instead of people who could give a fuck about my mental health
Holding trauma from the shit I seen that I could never tell
That's why I rap and supply tunes
If anybody understands, man you know I do
A rook and a knight cuz I'm rocking beside you
Handing L's to these pawns nigga just like a knight move

Aight fool
I feel you
This feels like the real you
The Kaly that I knew before them Rent Check previews
Yeah we knew
We'd make it out the hood
Write this music bout the bad but make it for the good
So misunderstood
This Filipino phantom with Fillmore royalty
Bishop take your knight they should have made some more of me
1 Rocky's 2 Rocky's 3 Rocky's 4
My soul is still at war
My life is like a novel Rocky Jesus no apostles only brothers sisters lovers demons chase me with a bottle
But I burn them with a backwood and a book a rhymes my bible
I just want you and your family to be high on life no idols
Celebrities my enemies until I get that fame
For now it's my own consciousness that's rotting up my brain
And these drugs are so fire and rappers so lame
Some women are all ass all titties no face
Some men are all trash
Some teachers are underpaid
The police should be defunded
And Rocky should act his age
Blood shot eyes
I'm so high
I ain't lie
Last year
I ain't wanna be alive

Are we singing the same song?
As the pain grows
Are we living or surviving how the game goes?
Wanna knock me off my square
We properly prepare
And the moves we got in store are more than they know!
Yeah we coming for the Kingdom
Songs of freedom in my heart so Ima sing one
Keep making your moves, yeah
And everything's all good
Yeah we coming for the Kingdom
Songs of freedom in my heart so Ima sing one
Keep making your moves, yeah
And everything's all good