Devin Miles - Chess, Not Checkers lyrics

rate me

Ft. Hardo

(Hook x2)

When you play the game, always play to be better

Tryna make a name, we do this in any weather

Some of them is fake, the rest of them all reckless

From a pawn to a king, this is chess, not checkers

(Verse)

We just out here tryna function, nigga

Don't really fuck with niggas

I might wave and say hi, if you fuckin' with us

They wanna fork up off the plate like they lunchin' with us

Three words come to mind for that type: fuck them niggas

I'm just out here for that bankroll

Been the same since I been a day old

These niggas moldin' the same flow

After mine, they styles is Play-Do

You see I been consistently ripping beats

See my name grow, now these bitches fuckin' the squad out here like Bang Bros

Focused on mine, see I witness that cake grow

Opportunities rise, well, we take those

Check-mate! Good game tho

Maybe you'll learn a thing or two

And listen for a change when I say to you that

(Hook x2)

When you play the game, always play to be better

Tryna make a name, we do this in any weather

Some of them is fake, the rest of them all reckless

From a pawn to a king, this is chess, not checkers

(Verse 2)

Trap, a nigga focused at times, I'm like fuck it

What's the point to make a change if you die over nothin'?

They say that Satan draped the diamonds, my Jesus just flooded

I guess I got it fucked up in the eye of the public

Money crazy, on fam pickin' sides by the budget

Neva thought to see the day I collide with a cousin

When I first got off the porch, man, I thought that I loved it

I was hotter than a torch and that Glock I was huggin'

I was really hittin' licks, movin' bricks like construction

3 man had walked to see the plug, then I send it up to ?

I know ya see these bitches come by the dime, by the dozen

I guess a nigga Roosevelt, nickle plate belt ?

(Hook x2)

When you play the game, always play to be better

Tryna make a name, we do this in any weather

Some of them is fake, the rest of them all reckless

From a pawn to a king, this is chess, not checkers

(Verse 3)

My team play hard like everyday is the playoffs

If you don't rhyme like the playoffs then you'll fade off

I been at this mic like every seconds, with no days off

Then niggas ain't workin' so chances are they get layed off

But that's life, it's funny how niggas think we receive hand-outs

Becuz a nigga came up then became a stand-out

And now people runnin' up, puttin' they hands out

They give you fake love and they claimin' I'm the man now

But where was you when I recorded in my room?

Not even a booth, now I traded in that dorm room for a city U

Them wishes turned into goals, the grind make em come true

Just a little advice, listen when I say to you

(Hook x2)

When you play the game, always play to be better

Tryna make a name, we do this in any weather

Some of them is fake, the rest of them all reckless

From a pawn to a king, this is chess, not checkers