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 fuck 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