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conversations.value: Write me a song called Charlie Clips vs. Chess with the following description: One day before the Ultimate Rap League’s Til Death Do Us Part event sponsored by Canadian rapper, singer, and superstar Drake, American R&B singer Chris Brown hosted two Ultimate Rap League-organized special battles—Lu Castro versus Fonz and Charlie Clips versus Chess at his home.
  In addition to Brown’s support, the battles were officially sponsored by actors Idris Elba and Jonathan Majors in promotion for their film The Harder They Fall, which had already seen a limited theatrical release earlier in the month and was set to be released for streaming exclusively on Netflix on November 3. Charlie Clips and Chess' battle was released on the URL YouTube channel the day of the film’s Netflix release. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Round 1: Chess]
  First and foremost, you fat bitch
  This young nigga'll put a cookie on ya face
  You'll get slapped quick
  Treat him like when you slide in a magazine
  It smack Clips
  Frostbite, cracked lips
  I got rid of my .9 but kept the shells
  'Cause them same ones fit in this MAC clip
  I'm back, bitch!
  I told you to stay where you was at, Clips
  But you ain't give a fuck 'cause ya head hard
  Till I leave every nigga witchu bloody
  Give it up for the Red Squad
  This my shit; you just gettin' a visit
  You the one they watch but never talk about
  Just a bitch in attendance
  You was 
  Wild N' Out
  ? Nigga, so was I
  I could give him specifics
  My man got nervous and droppеd the chop in fronta the opps
  I really had to Pick Up & Kill It
  This shit rеally different
  On the net like you excited to rap
  This ain't ya comeback; this ya retirement match
  If I spin his block, the iron'll clap
  Or we could settle this right in the back
  Pull up on a 
  Harlem Night
   wit' 
  The Toy
   or just wash you prior (Pryor) to that
  I kiss my gun after every kill, I love my arm for real
  Let it go then I rush it wit' love (
  Russia With Love
  )
  We got a Bond for real
  I'm a good guy but a whole different nigga when I'm sprayin' chrome
  Possess with the toy; they shoulda told Charles, "Leave Rae (Ray) alone."
  And he think it's funny
  But with this toy, things get ugly
  Glen or Glenda? He won't know till he sittin' with the shitface
  Tryna identify 
  The Seed Of Chucky
  Chucky, is you stupid?
  I told you not to show ya ass in public and you knew this (nudist)
  I fuck wit' Goodz so I don't really wanna get into it
  But don't let us building come wit' some extra shit
  'Cause in a minute, he's (amenities) gonna be included
  I done took a lotta heads off; I ain't gon' rap about 'em
  But since I see the bitch in ya genes (jeans), I'll sit ya apple 'bout 'em (Apple Bottoms)
  Bang! Bang! Two ratchets shot him
  Bang! Bang! Bang! Ba—!
  Empty everything outta Clips then put 'em back inside him
  Gun Titles, what's Cakin'? I let the Captain spot him
  Pull up wit' Surf in the passenger; the gat beside him
  You'll see my Loc, Dawg, then Roc get (rocket) out the backa the truck
  Do we have a problem?
  That laughin' problem? I clap it out him
  Put somethin' in his head
  Let's see if 
  Chuck'll chuckle
   when he dead
  I ain't take none-a that shit funny that he said
  So if Charlie horse around again, I'm pullin' somethin' from the leg
  I'm glad Nick opened them doors for you
  'Cause honestly, I'd rather see you get paid to make people laugh than cause trouble
  So I ain't knockin' your hustle
  But all we know this black bitch for is comedy
  And we expected some more (Sommore) from you
  Imagine me tellin' you to tell me a joke and it was corny
  This tool in my hand'll put a hole in you if you bore me
  Watch how you play 'cause I might respond to it immaturely
  He try to run down, some shit buss—lint brush
  I bet this stick'll get him off me
  Hit him awfully
  Or take chloroform and go Lauryn on him—kill him softly
  My life like project buildin's in New York: plenty stories
  I learned to take apart my gun and clean it when I was still a shorty
  It was never hard—epilogue!
  I just put it all together when I'm finished—enda story!
  Remember when Hustle told y'all how that gat is (Gattas) broken down?
  Well, I'm finna show this bitch how it works
  See, I could slide in the middle-a spring and what I bare'll (barrel) catch a body
  I just gotta make sure I take Clips out first
  I'm from where if a murder don't happen, a robbery would
  Shit! Both possibly could
  Since Goodz and John John ya besties, I'ma slide in they hood
  I figured, "If he gotta die, fuck it. They probably should."
  In plain sight, fuck a grave sight
  All he get is a spot in the woods!
  First Chuck buried (Berry) and right next to Johnny be Goodz ('Johnny B. Goode')!
  That's way different!
  Mount Rushmore? We replacin' 'em!
  Smack, tell Nick he can stay wit' him!
  'Cause the new GOATs runnin' shit and the culture is safe wit' 'em!
  Body after body after body—I'm shape-shiftin'! [Round 1: Charlie Clips]
  You ain't have to join Cave Gang, lil nigga
  You coulda came to see me for the Roc(k)
  I used to have the trap jumpin'
  Till one-a my workers tried stash three in his sock
  Connect love me so much he say, "ven aqui", and just front me three on the spot
  It's crazy how I'm in Chris Brown house
  Talkin' 'bout when I used to re' on the block
  And I wanna tell him to call her, but he probably got Rihanna blocked!
  Nigga said my style outdated?
  Can't take advice from a nigga that never made it
  Believe me... oh, you Gun Titles now?
  Well, yo' big homie know how these four-bar build-ups'll do you greasy
  Nigga, these four-bar build-ups got me my own card...
  Commercials, TV
  Ya twelve-bar build-up style got you, on an undercard wit' Eazy
  You think you better than me
  'Cause you had one classic with the nigga Glueazy fake cousin?
  If you ask me, besides crack and struggle
  You and Eazy say nothin'
  You know it's easy to make a call to Eric, (W)right?
  And that nigga Beasley ain't frontin'
  'Cause you lookin' at a air fryer on its highers
  And that nigga Eazy Bake Oven
  And you rep CakeLyfe... the irony!
  How that name can do what it do
  See, wit' a name life CakeLyfe
  Me, Big T, and Shotgun Suge'll (sugar) be good for ya crew
  You had a chance to milk the game but you got spoiled
  And ya performance became sour
  'Cause like niggas like this wanna egg you on
  Then, they at ya grave site wit' a flower
  Now, I know my lil four-bar build-up schemes may not matter to you
  But I said sugar, milk, egg, flour and those four reasons why I'm badder than you!
  And my niggas wanna eat the cake so fuckin' bad but I'ma do it
  'Cause this is my party!
  I'ma eat the cake right on Instagram
  It's a live party
  I said, "Eat the ('Ether') cake."
  Sound like I'm DJin' that Nas party
  I will sneak the Cake then it's lights out
  Surprise par—!
  See, that shit there is predictable but it's fire at the same time
  Keep it a G, though
  Fans don't really know what they talkin' 'bout, Chess
  I mean, but, we know
  Like, I gained a lil' weight and niggas tried to say I was depressed
  That's just me, though
  My health was never at stake (steak)
  I was just stackin' cheese but here's the key, though (keto)
  You gotta have performance and delivery with the four-bar build-up
  Don't be a poor sport
  I gave you a keto line
  You don't like it so when you die, it's (diet) your fault
  I get to bustin' every tool
  As far as guns go, I keep one in every room
  Whole crib was made to bake a Cake
  Shit look like culinary schoo—!
  You know what?
  You lyrical-smiracle niggas crack me up, knowin' you love my style
  I woulda robbed you for ya icin', Cake, but you kept it plain
  I woulda touched my pound
  'Cause youse a fruit, Cake
  And a nigga like you would never touch my crown
  Chk-chk! I will shoot Cake and leave his pineapple upside-down
  Y'all and Eazy talkin' 'bout y'all be the best group ever... never!
  Niggas out here, tellin' lies
  Confused-ass niggas
  One CakeLyfe; the other one rap about sellin' pies
  Sarah Lee-ass niggas!
  All it is is struggle this and struggle that
  Do me a favor
  Stop call-in' yourself out here "Mr. Struggle Rap"
  You only 22 and ya life been good the last six years
  Where's the struggle at?
  And I got you paid the most you ever been paid
  So, to me, your struggle cap
  Nigga, I struggle!
  Knowin' I got three rounds and nobody gon' believe me
  Nigga, I struggle!
  On my way to Golden Corral, knowin' the food gon' be greasy
  Nigga, I struggle!
  Tryna put on Jordan 1s 'cause my feet fat so I gotta wear Yeezys
  Nigga, I struggle!
  When I found out Nellz was pregnant by—!
  You know what?
  We gon' leave that alone 'cause I'm not really the one to say
  And we can bring that back in the third round
  'Cause oh yeah, I got one today
  Stop disrespectin' my style!
  Don't ever take that route no more
  I'm a legend and a GOAT; it's in the books
  I don't wanna hear the doubt no more
  I got a Beretta and a bulldog and they Chris
  I'm tryin' not to bring 'em out no more
  But if I lose tonight, I'ma Air B and B
  And this ain't gon' be ya house no more!
  I'm fuckin' witchu, Breezy!
  I just needed ya name for a segue
  'Cause the main focus is Chess (chest)
  I'm about to skip leg day [Round 2: Chess]
  Smack told me, "Crush this nigga. Make an unbelievable night."
  It's either leave him flat or he (flattery) gon' think I'm bein' too nice
  You gon' have to find a better approach
  Not just four-bar set-ups and jokes
  Smack be tight when y'all rap
  He be hype when I rap
  Nigga be lookin' like a fan instead of a host
  'Cause Chess is the GOAT
  He don't react like that off nothin' he said
  See, he can admit he lost after this but I bet he say some dumb shit instead
  He gon' lose out here, lose on camera, then jump in an interview like, "Yeah, that young nigga dead."
  Delusional! A fool (full), Clip
  Prolly why you gon' think you won (one) in the head
  These hollow tips, you know what these'll do to ya vest?
  So imagine what they'll do to ya flesh!
  If five sent from the can', these'll (candies) go through Charles then (Charleston) Chew through the necks
  Run in y'all buildin' while y'all filmin'
  You ain't gotta be in the game for me to shoot up ya set
  Hit half the 
  Wild 'N Out
   cast when I lift mine up
  Fuck around, get Nick popped up
  Hitman and Conceited'll get lined up
  But Conceited kinda short so he might get God's luck
  I don't care if Holla at work
  I'm on my worst behavior so if I do miss Con... duck! (misconduct)
  Get smacked wit' a MAC! He gon' think he got hit by a truck
  Knife in his gut
  The gun jammed so Clips got stuck!
  This bitch not tough!
  It's some shit you should know not to say to me
  Get this trick shot in Harlem
  That'll happen if any nigga in this Globe try to (Trotter) play wit' me
  I'ma let my hitters see ya
  No niggas either
  I'm sendin' divas
  With the biggest heaters
  Plenty Ninas
  Snipes and a series-a switchblades (switch 
  Blade
  )
  Sticky Fingaz
  She held that iron on the arm; I ain't give her a penny neither
  Gave that boy sixteen off the love like a friendly feature
  I don't wanna hear no fake angles from this nigga either
  That's super-old
  Run ya mouth and get who exposed?
  I off writers (arthritis) soon as a rumor told
  Catch an attempt, putcha (temperature) down like the room is cold
  We don't rock well (Rockwell) so stick to the script
  Stay in ya bubble! Don't be movin' bold!
  Or get Rock'ed in the ring
  He shoulda shut his mouth and knew his role
  You jabroni!
  No games when the sword come out
  That's somethin' you should know, B (shinobi)
  Soft where (software)? I will drag and drop Clips—Adobe!
  Or pull up, shootin' a random can'—Kobe!
  Tell that lil bitch Real Sikh, "Get to know me"
  I'll have brains hangin' out both sides of his wrap like a cannoli
  And Castro? I'm keepin' you in mind
  'Cause I'll take ya life before you ruin mine
  Have Lu pissed (Lupus) on stage but Jakkboy doin' fine
  See, I've had a couple foolish times but never been stupid
  I do shit off principle, not influence
  I really been through it
  Got used to that gun on my side so much, I literally became hip to it
  To my shooters, I am a king
  For me, they'll do you dirty, Clips—a thirty clip!
  The only time they'll put their ruler under anything
  This man a joke! Kidnap him
  Duct-tape Clips like the handle broke
  You stand too close?
  I'ma separate ya bean like orderin' a lunch special from Spanish folk
  Silencer on a hammer, though
  Rock melons and let it ring on the low—the cantaloupe!
  From top-tier to low, the rookies and the GOATs
  I done had some fire fights
  Soon as I kicked down the door, I ran through smoke
  CakeLyfe! [Round 2: Charlie Clips]
  I used to have a serious gamblin' problem, Chess
  No lie; it was a sad scene
  I would win twenty racks one night, lose thirty K the next
  It was a bad thing
  I even gambled in some of my biggest battles
  Showin' up wit' two rounds, performances only half-clean
  I would watch fans duel in the comments section
  And they created the Proving Grounds so they can Draft Kings
  Everything around me is a gamble, Chess
  Even you... at 16, when you was runnin' shit
  17, 18, 19 you coulda told Smack you wanted Clips
  But you wait till now to try to pull my card and as a gambler, you are dumb as shit
  'Cause nobody waits till they get to 20-somethin' to ask the dealer for a fuckin' hit
  I let the MAC clap!
  Look like I pulled the arm on a slot machine; his eyes rollin' back-back
  Slurred speech and all—"Nahmsayin'?" No! We gotta ask Smack
  You supposed to get Champion of the Year in the interview wit' HipHopIsReal but now that's cap
  'Cause to my Knowledge, if you unresponsive, you won't be able to give Blac(k) Jack!
  I'm goin' for Gambler of the Year
  I came to the casino wit' a different rhythm
  Like, if this don't bust—pause!
  By time he get to 23, I'ma hit him
  And I'm glad you Gun Titles now 'cause that mean Tsunami and Roc is comin' wit' him
  All of a sudden, they wanna be his aces—I could split him!
  Brotherhood?
  No, lil' nigga; I'm in ya mother hood
  Like I run the town and I'm still gamblin' but wit' my health
  No condom; I'ma gun her down
  I hit it four times but she wanna five-card Charlie go another round
  So I'ma put my hand on the backa her neck and I'ma double down
  'Cause her son is a fuckin' clown and I have never been a vulture
  No matter how many times I played around and joke in battle raps, I always showed love to this culture
  But niggas like you want me to keep a straight face in every round like we playin' poker
  Nigga, this the spades' world and what's the card everybody fear?
  Nigga, the joker!
  What's wrong wit' him?
  This exactly why I could never get along wit' him
  The day he beat me, the nigga Ja Rule let 50 come perform wit' him
  How I cope wit' my addiction? Ion't know; I'm still managin'
  And after "Ja", I said "roulette"—pay attention! I'm still gamblin'!
  I let the lead clap!
  Who wanna roll dice wit' Clips?
  You could throw an Ace
  I mean (Amin), just give my bread back
  Or you gon' get one-a Snake Eyez if you don't cut the crap out then get ya head cracked
  And that's a scary sight
  Do you believe in a gamble-el universe? I do! 'Cause I'ma air it twice
  Witnesses said they only seen one die but somehow, he made it to a paradise (pair of dice)!
  You know who else gambles? Jesus Christ
  Protectin' niggas like you
  You know, you blessed and ugly
  We don't show up to Bronx niggas to perform for real
  We only come get a check from buddy
  Like when you battled Loaded Hollows
  You think the nigga Lux took you serious? Now, that's extra-funny
  'Cause everybody in Harlem know Lux on Eighth Avenue right now playin' Chess for money
  You know what? I'm in here too long
  Lemme leave the casino 'cause this the part where I start ramblin'
  I start winnin', I start losin'—wifey, she start panickin'
  Ayy, Breezy, you still got them two hos in Texas?
  Hold 'em for me; I'ma handle 'em
  Aww, shit! I said Texas Hold 'Em—I'm still gamblin'!
  Ayy, I'm my own God
  I ain't have to do this in Chris house; I coulda battled in my own yard
  And you know who else gambles?
  Drake with the match-ups he picked; that's why I created my own card
  'Cause they got legends like Pat Stay on the beginnin'-a the flyer knowin' in Canada, that nigga got the juice
  These league owners won't show us no pity, Pat!
  Chk-chk! That's why I always got the deuce
  I'm not even gon' gamble no more
  Just straight buck-fifty 'cause I thought he wanted to shave
  When the cops asked me why I punched a hole in Chess (chest)
  I told 'em that I thought he wanted a Cave
  I will knock you out and try to wake you up since you wanna be brave
  And you Gun Titles now so get used to bein' under the wave
  Round two! I just used that shit for a segue
  'Cause the focus is Chess (chest) and I'm 'bout to go and skip leg day, nigga
  [Round 3: Chess]
  I don't even wanna be disrespectful to Chris
  So tell ya niggas, "Don't be extra and shit."
  'Cause I don't wanna mess up a nigga crib the same way we mess up events
  Yeah, the gun on me but honestly, I'm better wit' fists
  I could put him on ice or fire; I'm electric with this
  Like 
  Call of Duty
  : any nigga in his pack get punched
  But I still bought somethin' special for Clips
  Some devilish shit!
  No small issues; only address the heaviest shit
  And like a tailor-made suit for an obese niggas
  I'm finna take extreme measures with this!
  All them corny-ass freestyles ain't veteran shit
  It's regular shit!
  A nigga act amazed just 'cause you off the head with the shit
  They say I'm unprepared if I don't remember some shit
  When this nigga literally doesn't write, says nothin' nice, and y'all acceptive of it
  But every battle, y'all want my level to swi—?
  That check that he get is all this mean to him but y'all believe in him
  They don't even realize Charlie cheatin' 'em
  After this, I bet he leave again
  Right back to TV again
  The one time my man left his gun home, he got killed!
  Where was Clips when we really needed him?
  You in the same house as Breezy in just 'cause it costs
  He don't really fuck witchu, you fuckin' dork
  The only reason Charlie's wit' Chris in this mansion is 'cause 
  Money Talks
  Actin' like y'all are cool as friends
  Ayy, bro, if Charlie was fucked up wit' nowhere to go, would you move him in?
  You let him lay here, he gon' stay there; won't ever be able to move again
  Bury you somewhere in Breezy house; Chris gon' have to guess which room you in!
  Any nigga say I lose to him should probably take flight
  'Cause I'm really a sore loser; I know that kinda ain't right
  But like Chris in 
  Stomp The Yard
  If he do win this battle, he gon' fuck around and die the same night!
  'Cause everything in my head evil
  I'm Chris brother in 
  Stomp The Yard
  I put on these gloves and see dead people!
  My homework? I did it on him
  Sit outside his house for hours; I get to stalkin'
  Wait till all the lights go out then I walk in
  Creep in his room while the nigga snorin'—zzz!
  Smother him in his sleep; I put a pillow on him
  He wake up, thinkin' it's a dream, tryna fight the pillow off him
  I'm like, "Hrrgh!" He like, "Mmph-mmph!"
  I'm like, "Shut up, nigga! I ain't with the pillow-talkin'!"
  I'm standin' over his body like, "Go to sleep, Clips!"
  He made his bed so that's why I chose to leave clips
  Niggas be havin' ARs, AKs, some whole elite shit
  Nigga, this deuce-deuce from the boot!
  Ion't need a half-Moon; what's comin' out the sole'll eat Clips (solar eclipse)
  I see Clips, I'll lift my TEC
  I hear he in Harlem chillin', I'm on his block next
  Drop ya location; I am near just like the Blair
  All I gotta know is which (Witch) Projects
  Dump everything!
  However many I waste land
  Like the skin complexion on the create-a—!
  This red beam'll get his face scanned
  I'll pull up in that cradle-to-the-grave van
  Windows tinted from a spray can
  Hop out; capture Clips in his hood—Gangland!
  Get in tune wit' a real shooter—
  Space Jam
  !
  Only thing I let get between my bread is grape jam
  See, they was on that card a year ago
  Now, they all throwin' shade off Rae' bands (Ray-Bans)?
  Breezy, invitin' this nigga wasn't a safe plan
  'Cause havin' a wrong guest (guess) could lead to a body; hangman!
  I could take off half a hip with this .9, bro
  Shit'll get wild here like Bob; his Sideshow
  Two forty-nines'll clap for him—bravo!
  Or the five points; let's see if Charles lucky—Luciano!
  I know a couple-a pups
  Lil' homies that'll murk you for a couple-a bucks
  Then order Chinese food 'cause they hungry as fuck
  It's crazy how hittin' somebody egg foo(l) young niggas up!
  You know what you get outta war?
  The nicest suits and the saddest songs
  Them funerals made me feel weak even though I'm actually strong
  And now I gotta carry on with this dragon
  Balled up inside me 'cause I could never bring back who gone
  The streets made us unemotional
  From all these Bronx drills we was goin' through
  So if this K flock, it won't be love I'm showin' you
  This shit Godly!
  I will hit Charlie wit' a 
  Tommy, Boy
  —Chris Farley!
  I'll take Charles off his feet like I robbed him for his Barkleys
  And if Charlie chattin', I will silence Clips for thinkin' he funny like Charlie Chaplin
  When it was war, niggas was spooky
  So it was me, Ty, and the UZIs
  I took the toolies
  And gave my lil' brother MACs—Ruby (
  Max & Ruby
  )!
  Weren't even in our 20's yet; we were teens wit' it
  Took them guns, shot a nigga, got away clean wit' it
  The straps, we ain't even ditch it
  We took them same straps and did a whole 'nother scheme wit' it!
  CakeLyfe!
  [Round 3: Charlie Clips]
  It's lit for you
  'Cause this the round where the baddest kid in class gotta have that conversation with the principal
  First two rounds, I put the game on easy but this round, 
  Mortal Kombat
   on difficult
  Tim Duncan but with the bank shot; I'm talkin' Navy Federal—chk-chk!—in municipal
  Ayy, Calicoe, they did a whole series on ya pop's crew and still ain't send fifty cent to you
  "Why you dissin' Calicoe in a Chess battle?" Figured, out the gate, I'd leave people the in awe
  'Cause Mr. Learn How To Eat Out A Bowl about to have to learn how to eat through a straw
  You look like you'll fall in Smack arms and die soon as I put my hand on a gun
  All y'all gon' see is a old nigga tryna hold Chess (chest) like 
  Sanford and So,
  —!
  You named yourself "Chess" but not "Chest" but, see, "chest" is what we say to you
  So if you named yourself "Chest" insteada "Chess" then yo' battles could be less debatable
  'Cause wit' a name like "Chess", you could get by 'cept (bicept) I felt the name "Chest" is more relatable
  You knew not to mention Couture so (torso) I'm catchin' a body and I'll show the (shoulder) way to you
  'Cause this nigga frail
  Y'all be actin' like this lil demon-faced nigga life has been a livin' Hell
  "Oh, this is Chess! He could walk in any jail
  And tell the warden to watch out and just pick a cell
  He made a bowl out of a two-liter soda!" If you ask me, that shit is sick as hell
  Imagine wantin' cereal in the mornin' and ya Fruity Pebbles taste like ginger ale
  You out here, strugglin' just to get a reaction?
  Ain't no need to pretend
  I don't gotta cut a two-liter bowl outta nothin', the fans gon' love me till the end
  You left B. City for Roc, you left Ches—
  Wait, wait, hol' on, I'm mixin' you up
  Hol' on, Clips; get back to the game, start pickin' it up
  'Cause I said you left B. City for Smack, Steams for Roc
  It look like you'll do anything just to start eatin' again
  It's funny; when it's time for you to get hungry, look like you'll cut out two leaders (liters) again
  And you been 17 for the last six fuckin' years—
  I said you left B. City for Smack, Steams for Roc
  When you get to the top, it ain't no need for ya friends
  It's the irony, you get hungry and decided to cut out two leaders (liters) again
  You been 17 for the last six fuckin' years
  Y'all keep actin' like this kid a rookie
  He's a flunky
  If the car break down, I'll make this nigga push me
  Which train you wan' take, playa?
  4? The 5? The 6? You'll travel anywhere just to get the pussy
  Notice I said Player 456; you'll damn-near die tryna lick the cookie
  Welcome to the 
  Squid Game
  !
  Where everybody out this bitch is liable to meet they doom
  Red light! Chk-chk! Green light!
  Two new beams on a Glock to help a nigga zoom
  Oh, you from the Bronx, the 718
  The borough that got a lotta goons
  Well, I'm from Harlem
  And don't forget, 212 killed the toughest nigga in the room
  You a wannabe! And I feel like Player 456
  'Cause I'm watched the one die right in fronta me
  As soon as I mention Squid, shit got real
  And you should knew you was under sea
  But I don't have to fish for a reaction
  I know every scheme is solid or deadly
  I don't even need the Jaz face 'cause QP got it already
  I prepare the toaster—chk-chk!
  I could aim from far but I'd rather air it closer
  .223s enlarged in Chess (chest) look like a areola
  And I'm just startin' to murk you
  The areola bar was a set-up; that's just part the commercial
  'Cause it's really codeword for put a dot on Chess and then watch it get dark for his circle
  I come up wit' crazy shit 'cause it's Godly but you ain't that type of blessed
  Yo' fans gon' say, "Clips was gettin' crazy but he won." 'cause you ain't that type of Chess (chest)
  Well, what type of Chess (chest) are you? Are you the type of Chess (chest) where the heart lives; you can feel it thumpin' when you rap
  Or are you Chess, a board game where the white pieces move before the blacks?
  Are you Chess (chest), the shit that thrives when niggas go and stab ya cellmate
  Or are you Chess (chest); in order to get even, all a nigga gotta do is yell, "Stalemate!"?
  Are you Chess (chest) where the bishop move and can take a nigga queen
  Or are you Chess (chest), the body part that got shot when Bishop shot Raheem
  Or are you Chess (chest), where the wrong move can have a pawn do you greasy
  Or are you chest, the shit that was jumpin' when Nellz found out she was pregnant by—?
  You know what? I'm so motherfuckin' mean wit' it
  And since that situation is new-new (NuNu), I gotta do a whole 'nother scheme—
  It's a current event bar in the air!
  My bad, Beasley; I want it, I'ma gun it
  In the words of Chris Brown, "Ya life? You gotta run it."
  His abdomen; I'm about to shoot this shit wit' a hunnid
  Look like Nellz gettin' an abortion 'cause they gotta move a lil' bald head from his stomach
  I know niggas at home like, "That wasn't that crazy."
  So I advise y'all to pump the breaks
  I always keep a spare scheme in the trunk
  I done had enough mistakes
  'Cause word around town is niggas don't fuck wit' bald head bars no more
  So now, I gotta dump the .8
  But good thing it's a Nellz scheme 'cause now I get to fuck wit' Dracs (Drake)
  The heat's strikin'
  I'm only dissin' you 'cause I asked for the chopper
  You ain't wanna get ya teeth whitened!
  The streets lightenin'
  Ayo, Nellz, I apologize
  I just had to use ya name for a segue
  'Cause the main focus was Chess (chest)
  I'm still gon' skip leg day