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CHESS TIME Video (MV)




Performed By: Masi
Language: English
Length: 2:36
Written by: Christian Phoenix




Masi - CHESS TIME Lyrics
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Chess time
Nigga call me for me for the check mate
Tryna get signed
Niggas rushing to they rest date
Tryna stay out the way til I stack up this M and switch destinations
Finna run up a quarter off a cam and mic
City uppin' the death rate
I been working on keeping shit quiet
So lately I got less to say
I was telling my niggas the Land is ours
Niggas thought I was laced
I'm telling myself "the world is yours" think I'm Tony Montana
Put the Side on map, put it on my back
And put in on mammy
My dawg'll spill for Side
Just like he'll do for blue bandanas
Keep the bags of Rapper Weed
From Cleveland, New York, to Atlanta
Gotta keep my dawgs hammered
And dolls pampered
Can't stand a fake bougie bitch
Can't say that if you ain't got no manners
This the Aston truck, look baby watch how this bitch take a Vantage (skrt)
I was giving my hand out, tryna help out
Took that shit for granted
And my Brody he a mason
And I'm in Margiela
Chocolate bitch
Chocolate face, Rolex on Nutella
I could zip this shit up in three bags, you still smell it
I was gettin to this shit on my ass, but you couldn't tell it
Gang like Goodfellas
Chains, heavy metal
Rolls rain umbrellas
I smoke on a 8 not Delta
I still be missin' Louella
I'm pullin these strings, cello
I pop on your drop, like "Hello"
He cornered, I thought he knew better
Chess time
Nigga call me for me for the check mate
Tryna get signed
Niggas rushing to they rest date
Chess time
Nigga call me for me for the check mate
Tryna get signed
Niggas rushing to they rest date
Tryna get signed
Niggas rushing to they rest date
Tryna get signed
Niggas rushing to they rest date
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Chess time
Nigga call me for me for the check mate
Tryna get signed
Niggas rushing to they rest date
Tryna stay out the way til I stack up this M and switch destinations
Finna run up a quarter off a cam and mic
City uppin' the death rate
I been working on keeping shit quiet
So lately I got less to say
I was telling my niggas the Land is ours
Niggas thought I was laced
I'm telling myself "the world is yours" think I'm Tony Montana
Put the Side on map, put it on my back
And put in on mammy
My dawg'll spill for Side
Just like he'll do for blue bandanas
Keep the bags of Rapper Weed
From Cleveland, New York, to Atlanta
Gotta keep my dawgs hammered
And dolls pampered
Can't stand a fake bougie bitch
Can't say that if you ain't got no manners
This the Aston truck, look baby watch how this bitch take a Vantage (skrt)
I was giving my hand out, tryna help out
Took that shit for granted
And my Brody he a mason
And I'm in Margiela
Chocolate bitch
Chocolate face, Rolex on Nutella
I could zip this shit up in three bags, you still smell it
I was gettin to this shit on my ass, but you couldn't tell it
Gang like Goodfellas
Chains, heavy metal
Rolls rain umbrellas
I smoke on a 8 not Delta
I still be missin' Louella
I'm pullin these strings, cello
I pop on your drop, like "Hello"
He cornered, I thought he knew better
Chess time
Nigga call me for me for the check mate
Tryna get signed
Niggas rushing to they rest date
Chess time
Nigga call me for me for the check mate
Tryna get signed
Niggas rushing to they rest date
Tryna get signed
Niggas rushing to they rest date
Tryna get signed
Niggas rushing to they rest date
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Writer: Christian Phoenix
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