Rome Pawns In A Chess Game (feat. Conejo) Lyrics

Verse one
Im a mexican gangster
wanted for murdering s___
interpol m____fuckers
wanna raid my crib
street cred.
is all i gots
dog 16 shots
or toe to toe we box
homie b.y.i.
o.cruz & rome
they call me c-o-n
a notorious pen
i s_____ rappers chains
like thats my hobby
25 three strikers
in the f___en lobby
thats on the strength
that a o.g. made it
if theres a tense situation
then my soldiers a.k. it
you could weight it
it come 2.2
when the pot simmer down
its 36 for you
this a tool holmes
to get what i need
me & lu in the back
counting stacks of green
na'mean
they say the flow extreme
the boy a drug dealer / killer
guilitine off lean

Hook
p___s in a chess game
is who they say we are
cause we go around the city
busting gats out of cars
at others like us
or we could see your race
tear drops on my face
for my boys in the grave
p___s in a chess game
is who they say we are
cause we go around the city
busting gats out of cars
at others like us
or we could see your race
tear drops on my face
for my boys in the grave

Verse two
What started out good
nows in question
the cheddar came right
in thee a__asin proffesion
many sessions
with 100's of beats
ese welcome to rome
the download in the streets
who they is - where they at
who the f___ is that
i jump out thee armada
and kill all rats
right back though
loco stay consistant
40 glock in your mouth
you none exsistent
i set the backdrop
for a brand new hustle
on the up and up
the s-u-r got muscle
so at the end of the day
i own your soul
i destroy you so fast
aint no mercy in war
so im taking every chance
to f___en make it
theres a stayed strapped rule
and you best not break it
the hood protect me
like a f___en mac.
whatevers gonna happen
be it streets or rap

Hook
p___s in a chess game
is who they say we are
cause we go around the city
busting gats out of cars
at others like us
or we could see your race
tear drops on my face
for my boys in the grave
p___s in a chess game
is who they say we are
cause we go around the city
busting gats out of cars
at others like us
or we could see your race
tear drops on my face
for my boys in the grave

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