Correction Lyrics Chess Moves by Emmanuel Hudson

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Lyrics

Intro
You dirty
You dirty
You dirty
N**ga you dirty
Yo dirty ahh
Yo dirty ahh
You dirty

Verse
Chess board over the headboard
Learn how my enemies move and get prepared for it
Opps plotting on everything that I bled for
Just remember to guard your head before you head for it

Put away swords there's advantages in a pen
I know a few cuts and a bandage come with a win
But I feel like it's too much damage to fake amends
Restore balance after revenge

Trips to the high roads are now over and you know the reason
Tis the season for sow and a reapin
Points differ, how you hope we even
N**as 'bout that wild life until they realise it's open season

Blackin on n**as ain't no coming to
Never seem to back up what they say once in front of you
Never been to humble of due to humble dudes
You messing with the one who's always been the number two

It get quiet on set when it's time for action
Words don't match verbs they need closed captions
It's kinda funny now that no ones laughing
They need my reaction to attract the traction

But ion do favors
Brought light to truth like room raiders
N**gas want beef I'll soon cater
Keep a magazine don't assume fader
Plans to move on can resume later

I check haters with chess moves
Only execution no excuse
There's things that you need to confess too
Don't let your pride be a reason for check use

When you son n**gas, they feel need to throw the shade
I rather hear lies than see it quoted on ya grave
N**gas jealous
Meanwhile tour bus taking road trips on the same road that you claiming to have paved

And where it pit stops should be obvious
But if not just know it involves deposit slips
Going live preaching love but show the opposite
Can't apologize too busy being an apologist

You know, views from the top gone take more than clicks
It ain't over yet there's a score to fix
Gotta lot on my chest
It takes more than Vicks's
Shoulda pay me my respect way before the splits (uh)

Foot on their knecks and I don't plan on going gentle
N**gas talking crazy like their mental
Guess that's what happens when you let too much of the fame get to your temple
Life's about principle I'm just spitting like I'm pimpell

The nerve of you n**gas and what you'll do for titles
Back stabbing the people that help with your survival
Get ahead and start making the realist your rivals
Fall off and need a number to dial for revival
Need a medic to checks all of his vitals
Plane to see my arrival was vital
The plane departing was your downward spiral
But you haven't Spoken Reasons why you really viral

It's cold when you lie without a blanket
Keep you up at night thinking how your name is tainted
Perfect time to quarantine ain't it
Hope you and your senses get more acquainted

Outro
Views from the top take more than clicks
Score to fix
More than Vicks
Before the splits (uh)

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