| Ayup
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| Cause I got too much to lose to play checkers
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| So I play chess
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| Haven’t took my last piece, not yet
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| You win a battle, watch me win a war
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| Bet it 'til my underdrawers
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| Watch me do some shit nobody’s ever done before
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| Bro, follow my moves
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| I paid every invoice, paid all of my dues
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| Plus the product quality too
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| My word more bond than James
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| Authority my penmanship
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| Short-term consequence for long-term benefit
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| I’m just trying to be better than yesterday
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| Better than they estimate
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| Cheddar from my escapades
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| Competitor to every name
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| John Lennon to Eminem
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| Eddie Vedder to Etta James
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| Bro, this is not an accident
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| I’m practicing to turn it to a ring
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| I’m tryna take a pawn and maybe turn it to a king
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| You should pay attention, maybe you could learn a thing
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| I called up my future and my future went cha-ching
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| Stop playing checkers, think about the past
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| Worried bout others, you need to look in mirrored glass
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| And see if you can trust the fuckin' person looking back
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| And be three moves ahead of that cat, now that’s the
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| So what you playing, checkers or chess?
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| You striving for more or you settle for less?
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| Checkers is for kids, this is a grown-up thing
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| Do you hate it that I made it from a pawn to a king?
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| So what you playing, checkers or chess?
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| You striving for more or you settle for less?
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| You trying to whisper or you trying to sing?
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| Do you hate it that I made it from a pawn to a king?
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| You argue with the village idiot in Twitter beef
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| You focused on a single note and never wrote a symphony
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| I’ll make it clear like the filter in the pool
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| I’ll put it down until my crown round, gilded and bejewled
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| You didn’t plot, you got the vision like a pigeon got
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| You short-sighted like a ticket from a midget cop
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| You got excuses like pain got bruises
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| Like the game got name drops and Maine got mooses
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| I’d pass you the ball, but you’d stall like a restroom
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| That S dude chess moves since I was a test tube
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| Born a pawn, but I been on a mission
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| Staring in the mirror at my only competition
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| Knowing you could have the money stacked like vocals in the chorus
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| But be too into the trees that you didn’t see the forest
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| You’re like, kid sisters, fake imposters
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| Ignore the big picture like you, hate the Oscars, but
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| We can’t save everyone, can we?
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| Playing checkers not good for your family
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| You should quit, I second that
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| This is not a checkers match
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| I record, then export, from my chessboard
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| So what you playing, checkers or chess?
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| You striving for more or you settle for less?
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| Checkers is for kids, this is a grown-up thing
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| Do you hate it that I made it from a pawn to a king?
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| So what you playing, checkers or chess?
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| You striving for more or you settle for less?
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| You trying to whisper or you trying to sing?
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| Do you hate it that I made it from a pawn to a king?
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| Yeah, that king shit
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| to the king
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| Hands in the sky
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| Now kiss the fuckin' ring
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| Whatchu playing?
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| I sacrifice my knights to keep my king upon the board
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| Good luck with your life
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| Nah seriously, good luck man |