Lyrics:
I got millions on millions so buying this shit ain't nothin
She pull up at midnight actin like she came to cuddle
She a second string but she want in
checkers, make my next move like I'm playing chess
I'm a gorilla ima keep banging my chest
because I got pride
Sometimes I gotta flex
I ain't lucky but, I'm
Gone
A livin legend
Beater shakin as I fly by
Still livin reckless
Strategic wit my gameplan yall still
Playin checkers
Check up on all my niggas
a doctor, but I got my check up
Check up, check up, check up, check up
I'm playin' chess, you stuck on checkers
That's why your gang can never check us
They
one pick
You say "Girl!", roll ya eyes, twist ya neck
But it comes from the soul
You don't mean no disrespect
And even when they check you, you just
sprayin up the wall like graffiti artist
Some niggaz by the bootleg but go and cop the real shit
'Cause the fans love us I'm nicer than grandmothers
I wake
to something
Fuckin' shit up with no adultery
Dem no go fit do us nothin'
Yeah we runnin' shit
But you never see us running
No dey call my phone if it's not
that twist till she blows up and pops!â??
So they rent out Yankee Stadium and the word is quickly spread
"Come one, come all, who walk or crawl, price
friend
Saved on the week but on the weekend she sin!
"Don't fuck with Badmon" but this rule she'll bend!
Twist for him mix the hyp with hen
Litty know me
Aye you probably think you know where this is goin'
But this ain't one of them kinda songs
Somebody roll and let's get it on
While I forget it all
nothin'
I'm thinkin' of a masterplan inside my garage, I'm watchin' Money Heist
Larry got snitched on by a lame, they gave him double life
Heard that
Theres those that are, and those that aint,
The quickers get the stickers he was nothin but paint,
Chartruse Paint,
Big race now we cut to the last ten
for dessert
Lil cutie with the curves
Just what I deserve
But full of them preserves
Up in food deserts
That's what some observes
Nothin but aw durves
the green into cream, tartar sauce
Sorry ya'll if you think I'm fake
Hardy har i know rappers who say they in
The hood but they hardly are
We ain't in
me lil' twist and it drove 'em crazy (crazy)
Then I couldn't get no job
'Cause corporate wouldn't hire no dreadlocks
Then I thought about my dogs
me lil' twist and it drove 'em crazy (crazy)
Then I couldn't get no job
'Cause corporate wouldn't hire no dreadlocks
Then I thought about my dogs
was
six It's a list I'ma get when I'm pissed
Tell them they can't rap, so don't diss And my aim perfected, I won't miss
It's a game of checkers, you
the twists and the turns gettin' burned by the ice
Never know what's next I stay goin' with the tide
Never know who next in or out of my life
Can't give up
just keepin' it in a hundred though
I'm healed in the spirit
I spit nothin' yet
But I'm real in the spirit
This is bonkers for the Lord
I went from
on fire
Til we were out of breath
And they never did catch whoever did it
But I paid for it
Every time I walked by and he waved hi
I paid for it
Even
destress
While your dog bitch in her
Blowin' on killer
Nothin' but some real ones in the building
Nigga gettin' higher than the ceiling, yeah
I got my mind
as a casualty on the dance floor
I'm an addict, strung out on dopeness
But you can't chew, sniff, or smoke this
If you want to get high step by
Ever since I was a young boy, I've played the silver ball
From Soho down to Brighton, I must've played them all
But I ain't seen nothin' like him in
bitches they fuzzy
They think it's lean but it's 'Tussin
Double cuppin' that muddy, buddy, try me
Came from the bottom of nothin'
Came up and now I get
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