Chess

My whip is an opening cuz I'm driving an Italian Michelin meals on my neck is medallions Promised that id make the fucking millions So I won't take a grand unless we're talking bout the canyon I won't take a grand unless we're talking bout the station Spent about a grand on some plant I've been smoking for a nation People always saying I should pace it But they don't have a million thoughts racing Millions to be making Fake it til you make it Well life's not cheap So better fake it with a plan or you'll go underneath And if you chase after the clock it's only time that'll fleet Dont chase fast hoes cuz they're gunning for me You can have em for free Only fast things I like have an engine and seats Only gassed for the night's when you're smoking the trees Not a dancer in sight's cuz you bottled the pres My whip is an opening cuz I'm driving in an English Aston, hopping out of villas like Grealish Action, cuz the fake bitch was leaving Plastic, once you see one then you've seen it Seen it, Lifestyle Scenic Bill one weed it Bills I need it High as ceiling I build joints I'm orthopedic She's been geeking, peaking, every evening She's just fiendin No window still steam it Till its only kush I'm breathing Till I get cooked need seasoning I need bad bitch good reasoning Like I keep books I'm peaky Blinding Looks like who's that he's so clean Well I don't need coke nor lean No I don't smoke bammer pay premium fee My whip's not opening Its a gambit Overloaded, looked and Overlapping Sober til it's night and then it's over Wake up thinking what the f*ck just happened She wake up next to me I got the recipe We're gonna sin but we do it so heavenly We're gonna win, no need for the penalty She's gonna LA-y me like her name is Beverly My whip's an opening Cuz I'm driving round London Girls in the back Cuz the passenger saved for the mufucking gunmen