Humble Soles, DJ Clue?, Huey V, Tish Hyman - Chess Not Checkers Lyrics

I can't lie
I been fucked up too many times
I done fucked up too many times
You done fucked up tryna cross the line
Nigga, keep it player
I'm tryna keep it player
Don't make me check ya
I'm tryna keep it player (yeah)
Chess, not checkers (ayy, huh)

Mama said pressure busts pipes, nigga
And mine's'll put a nigga head on ice
My opp' died, his gang chained him, only chance he got to shine
If you ain't never touch the field
Then you can't never feel my life, for real
'Cause you ain't never had no war with no steel
Or pull up with that weight and iron, but he ain't goin' to the gym
To shit-bag a nigga's stomach, make him piss where he stands
Or looked your killer in his eyes right before the clip jam, you feel me? (Cluemanatti)
You ain't really have to wolf with them rams
I had to work with the work when I was on my last yam
Been off the scams, Feds watching, got my dog in the kennel
Locked twenty-three and one like he balled for the Lakers
Type of nigga, mean-mug, but his handshake friendly, I don't feel you
Nigga's more fraud than Richie, I don't hear you
Chiquita clip, my squad's gorillas
The bars been lifted, I'm all official, nigga

I can't lie
I been fucked up too many times
I done fucked up too many times
You done fucked up tryna cross the line
Nigga, keep it player
I'm tryna keep it player
Don't make me check ya
I'm tryna keep it player
Chess, not checkers

Pick up, pick up
What's up, my nigga?
Nigga, nigga
Wha-what's up, my nigga?
I know you got something for me now
I know you got something for me now
Pick up, pick up
What's up, my nigga?
On T-I-M-E, pay up, pay up
I know you got something for me now
I know you got something for me now
We just surviving, my nigga
Hustlin' out here, grinding, my nigga
God bless a nigga that's on his grind
Mind on my money, money on my mind
Hit in my hand, money on my mind
What's up?
Ha-ha, my, my warehouse niggas
One time for the street niggas putting it on the line, yeah