Chess Not Checkers Songtext
(Bavaro, beat it up, haha)
Yeah
I ever played checkers in these streets, then I wouldn't be here
Wish I knew how much niggas I'd lose that come and meet ya
Aftermarket .30s a bitch, oh you need to stop it
I've been watchin' sunsets, these niggas been watchin' wallets
I just seen your message, appreciate the deposit
Said she ridin' wit' me, I told her to buckle up
Percocet in pocket, I'm takin' off like a rocket
Yeah
I ever played checkers in these streets, then I wouldn't be here
Wish I knew how much niggas I'd lose that come and meet ya
Aftermarket .30s a bitch, oh you need to stop it
I've been watchin' sunsets, these niggas been watchin' wallets
I just seen your message, appreciate the deposit
Said she ridin' wit' me, I told her to buckle up
Percocet in pocket, I'm takin' off like a rocket
I don't need no food up inside, I'm on a molly
My niggas don't shoot up no heroin inside they body
Essence of all this creed and all this weed inside my body
Another couple cultures then I put this weed inside my body
Body, body, body
Body, body, body
All these nights in the T, it really fucked up my mental
Planned this shit to a tee, no this bitch not accidental
Happy that I spent all of that time in that rental
Happy that I spent all of that time and now I'm runnin' 'round the city wit' my driver
For mighty dollars, my niggas'll give it all up
If ever a problem, we tinted up the Impalas
I don't ever promise, we get it regardless
I know what that mean, I just need to start
I've been in the streets, I've been in the darkness
I just need a key, I just need to lock it
I was with the fiends, I was in the park
Stuck inside my jeans, I wish I could stop it
I just keep on seein' my niggas jump out them coffins
I just keep on seein' them poles and that door were locked Shit ain't gettin' off
My niggas don't shoot up no heroin inside they body
Essence of all this creed and all this weed inside my body
Another couple cultures then I put this weed inside my body
Body, body, body
Body, body, body
All these nights in the T, it really fucked up my mental
Planned this shit to a tee, no this bitch not accidental
Happy that I spent all of that time in that rental
Happy that I spent all of that time and now I'm runnin' 'round the city wit' my driver
For mighty dollars, my niggas'll give it all up
If ever a problem, we tinted up the Impalas
I don't ever promise, we get it regardless
I know what that mean, I just need to start
I've been in the streets, I've been in the darkness
I just need a key, I just need to lock it
I was with the fiends, I was in the park
Stuck inside my jeans, I wish I could stop it
I just keep on seein' my niggas jump out them coffins
I just keep on seein' them poles and that door were locked Shit ain't gettin' off
