Custom - CHESS Lyrics

Yeah, but you are asking me to give you the key to his room so you can walk in, put a gun
To his head and pull the trigger
And I can't do that
He murdered Annie and Peter
There are only murderers in this room
It's a spiritual rebel playing chess with the devil
He employ half of the population various occupations
Only from inside can you destroy your empire
Or turn the other cheek, but we ain't never weak
Blocks, halls, and dark alleys niggas died on
Balloons, cards, stuffed animals on a light pole
I'm trying to quit half a cigarette I would flick
Got the eye from my hot chick so I'm readjusting my dick
Half human, half god, keep looking my phone
Let he who is without sin throw out the first stone
I ain't think so
Who your ops
Custom bonkers on the beat
Guess I'm a bonkers beat cop
357s and Rugers, these shorty shooters and looters
Carjackers and subway life snatchers
Till karma caught him, put him on life support
Pull the cord, your people mourn
But you was just a pawn on his chessboard
Generational curses spit about in these verses
Demons all in these churches
Youngest acting the worstest
Ain't no glory in murder
No divisional structure
Got your knee on some body neck
You bogus motherf*cker
See you a member that's plugged
Two had enough for the hustle
Warring in cases
Haunted by all the faces
Bumping heads with them racists
Shocked that you still alive
Activist for the people but still tied to the life
Warriors in his DNA
Cross him it's curtains, hearses, peoples in prayers
You noticing all the layers
Come on
He turned political
Petitions in the hood too
That was his best bet till he was getting death threats
Remember he knew the members, they from the same place
83 in Pilsen
Latinos in the building
See he was rolling with Harold and the agenda was to unify the black and brown
Balance out a crooked town
They send a soldier to get him
Someone familiar
See it be the one you trust that can get close enough to kill you
Rudy Lozano rest in peace it's by design
Apply the pressure and know if you shine they trying to get you
Generational curses spit about in these verses
Demons all in these churches
Youngest acting the worstest
Ain't no glory in murder
No divisional structure
Got your knee on somebody's neck
You bogus motherf*cker
That's never good
One a equal kill shot
Rang out from the block
AM at 2 o'clock
No tires screeching
It's local
Nobody calling the po-po
Go to the window
You local
This shit is more than just vocal
Chi city life will provoke you
Pick out a rifle or 44
Watch your perimeter
Focal
Chop at , The law was a no-no
But when it hit home, it'll switch up quick
So you cooperate or out here on some murder shit
He who laughs last laughs hardest
So I laugh at you fake half-ass rap artists
He's stalling longer to move
F*cking the game up
But he the devil so this pause could be a frame up
Hot chick still looking
It's a distraction
Realizing she's his queen
Creeping up on some action
See it's a stalemate
A draw cause I ain't moving
Can't compromise the king
Or The kingdom will be ruined
Generational curses spit about in these verses
Demons all in these churches
Youngest acting the worst est
Ain't no glory in murder
No divisional structure
Got your knee on somebody's neck
You bogus motherf*cker