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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth Andrew Roberts
Kenneth Andrew Roberts
Songwriter
Justin Cross
Justin Cross
Songwriter
Fordell Willis
Fordell Willis
Songwriter

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Flying high in the friendly sky Warps don't travel like I
do Pull up on the cloud, twist it right
Zip sideways, I'm amazed by varying ways Ceramic bus grays, vacays
Where from jail stays, the island getaways
I left some behind, they was stuck in a cage of they brains
I couldn't lift them
Maybe it was written that they strayed
The shooter wrote bars behind bars for a decade
Couldn't reach the tag he paid
Sidestep and dance to the crime serenade
If your barrel displayed
****, yeah, that shit better bang I watch these **** swiss cheese
Your leopard frame
Verses get cut with that fentanyl flame
I went in all lanes, took that
Glass pot, thoughts had me cooked that
Scream queen, pull her hair until she look back
I move across the board to get my own rook back
This is chess not checkers
Best check ur records
I was Living young and reckless
Headed in one direction
Under pressure
Chess not checkers
Life's unexpected
I been through a hundred Lessons
From Love and death to something epic
Yo this ain't that typical flow up in ya playlist
Straight sick original dope so let the base hit
Contagious like gettin the covid its dangerous
A patient in clinical robes with medication
Embraced it been through the cold and desperation
In pain the victem of stone and metal cages
With chains in prison no hope of an escape
Was stained a criminal known for reputation
The game had given it's toll and devastation
Mistakes i did on my own they never made me
Pray im still living for those thats dead in graves
Everydays a difficult road goin through changes
Replaced it wit infinite goals and dedication
Became arisen a rose up from the pavement
To break the cyclical role of generations
And saved an inch of my soul
that led to greatness
This chess not checkers
Only some respect it
I been through the mud and trenches
Cant run forever
Unaffected
Chess not checkers
Best come corrected
I remember crumbs for breakfast
A humble end to become a legend
Mixed berry lazy loafers over sweat socks
I left the queen in the crib with the chest box
I scheduled for another drop on the next block
Alicia Keys, please make it sweet for me
I got the meanest goons always packing heat for me
And the baddest bitches bouncing off my meat for me
It wasn't always like that, I got it from the mud
Little snotty nose **** always still had a gun
Just in case a hater try to stick me for my paper
A minor misdemeanor might turn into something major
I have them sinking to the bottom like the titan
A couple billion dollars gone, ain't nobody fighting
Checkmate, I got the bishop at your chest plate
I slide that rook over, homie what your next play
I hit the time clock, seems like the game is over
I'm about to detonate, I suggest salute the soldier
This chess not checkers best check your records
I was living young and reckless
Headed in one direction, under pressure
Chess not checkers, life's unexpected
I been through a hundred lessons
From love and death to something epic
Chess not checkers
Written by: Fordell Willis, Justin Cross, Kenneth Andrew Roberts
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