Charlie Clips vs. Chess

[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