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letra de chess game - trill hill

(trilla, trilla, trilla, trilla)
[verse 1]
since the day of birth a n-gg- been a mack
it’s always better when i’m hittin’ from the back
you know it’s finna be a cl-ssic when that n-gg- trill hill is on the track
depression a b-tch so i ain’t goin’ back
imma do what i do while i roll up a back
prayin’ to the lords then i smoked and i snapped
rest in peace my n-gg-s [?] they never comin’ back
i’m spazzin’ n-gg- like i had a heart attack
i ain’t f-ckin wit’ you n-gg-s so you better fall back
i’m grindin’ all day while you n-gg-s takin’ naps
you claim that’s your girl but her head in my lap
all my n-gg-s smoke just to cope
turn off the mic’ ’cause your raps is a joke
anywhere the money go i go
you not supposed to be here like an accidental typo
i might go psycho, ballin’ like i’m michael
shootin’ with my eyes closed
chasin’ the money, chasin’ the money
me and all my n-gg-s is hungry
run up on you like you owe me
don’t be actin’ like you know me
young black god so a n-gg- feelin’ holy
mind is trippin’ i don’t know where i’m goin’
all i know is that my aura is glowin’
you a b-tch -ss n-gg- and you know it
if the cops askin’ questions a n-gg- ain’t foldin’ (never)
if the cops askin’ questions a n-gg- ain’t foldin’

[hook] x2
life’s a game of chess
cut-throat comin’ at yo neck
n-gg-s dyin’ for respect
all my n-gg-s is a threat
since a youngin’ i been blessed
man this life’s a f-ckin’ test
it’s fornever f-ck the rest
fornever n-gg- f-ck the rest

[verse 2]
b-tch -ss n-gg- don’t care how you feel
it’s trill to the hill
crazy n-gg- like i’m mentally ill
all about the paper you know the drill
money, power, i’m demandin’ that sh-t
masochism while i’m f-ckin’, now the broad is callin’ it quits
fn sh-t n-gg- f-ck with the gang
cashin’ out like i’m shootin’ with range, swish! (swoosh)
nothin’ but net
if you f-ckin’ with feds then you endin’ up dead
she blowin’ my line while she leave you on read
my only concern is to get in some bread
the price for my swag is an arm and a leg
if a n-gg- ain’t f-ckin’ then she ’bout to beg
that’s a n-gg- motto
hustle hard, gotta get it
bury a n-gg- in a san diego fitted
tell her best friend she could get it
wild -ss n-gg- i’m just livin’
drinkin’ malt liquor in the village
since a day of birth a n-gg- winnin’
a n-gg- g-ssin’, pay attention
the game never stop like it’s extra innings
you thought i was finished it’s just the beginning
she all on her knees like the broad was repentin’
hope i’m forgiven for all of my sinnin’
a real slow death to all the n-gg-s snitchin’
cookin’ up in the booth like a n-gg- in the kitchen
ain’t a f-ckin’ k!ller but my trigger finger itchin’
a n-gg- never sneak dissin’
i’ll say it to their face
if a n-gg- outta line gotta put ’em in they place
if a n-gg- outta line gotta put ’em in they place

- trill hill

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