"Chances" lyrics
Try taking my chain, or a watch, promise you Imma be taking a mugshot
Imma show you these slugs so hot, .40 with a long nose, don't blow snot
I used to come off the bench, like a 6th man, now I'm praying for clutch shots
I just been writing a list, for my hitman, I can't wait to come shop
My killers don't feel sorry, we just gangbang and bust Glocks
Free smoke for anybody, like we ain't already made enough opps
Since kids, we played on rough blocks, it can only go one way, when blood drop
We spend our days, on rush clocks, shootouts and ducking the cage, and what not
(Grinding like a slave, for what I got, like I still ain't made enough guap)
They finally gave us props, now I just get paid and fuck thots
She blew my mind, got good brain, so I was amazed from her top
They been plotting on taking my spot, since the day my fame was unlocked
I was stuck at the bottom, could only imagine, a place that I'm at with my view lord
But I charted up to the top, niggas better be ready, to get up or scoot over
Rarri truck I'm the new owner, feel like I gotta get high when I'm too sober
Bonding over murders, what got me and my crew closer, that's the reason I feel like a true soldier
The type of decisions we making, you don't get to do over
Karma is a bitch, we be waiting, I hate that I do know her
Only judging from things, that you show us
Your life stay on highspeed, when you hang with a few vultures
But this cup full of lean, what's making me move slower
I might pour a whole pint, in my new soda
Paint the scope for the culture, run up and dump on him lackin', now you got a poster
We killing whoever riding, they in that black truck, then we gon' shoot at the chauffeur
Masked up like it's October, hot seat, I'm in the back like Rosa
Headtaps when he catch two out the toaster (Kill shit what we do for our culture)
Try taking my chain, or a watch, promise you Imma be taking a mugshot
Imma show you these slugs so hot, .40 with a long nose, don't blow snot
I used to come off the bench, like a 6th man, now I'm praying for clutch shots
I just been writing a list, for my hitman, I can't wait to come shop
My killers don't feel sorry, we just gangbang and bust Glocks
Free smoke for anybody, like we ain't already made enough opps
Since kids, we played on rough blocks, it can only go one way, when blood drop
We spend our days, on rush clocks, shootouts and ducking the cage, and what not
(Grinding like a slave, for what I got, like I still ain't made enough guap)
They finally gave us props, now I just get paid and fuck thots
She blew my mind, got good brain, so I was amazed from her top
They been plotting on taking my spot, since the day my fame was unlocked
Imma show you these slugs so hot, .40 with a long nose, don't blow snot
I used to come off the bench, like a 6th man, now I'm praying for clutch shots
I just been writing a list, for my hitman, I can't wait to come shop
My killers don't feel sorry, we just gangbang and bust Glocks
Free smoke for anybody, like we ain't already made enough opps
Since kids, we played on rough blocks, it can only go one way, when blood drop
We spend our days, on rush clocks, shootouts and ducking the cage, and what not
(Grinding like a slave, for what I got, like I still ain't made enough guap)
They finally gave us props, now I just get paid and fuck thots
She blew my mind, got good brain, so I was amazed from her top
They been plotting on taking my spot, since the day my fame was unlocked
I was stuck at the bottom, could only imagine, a place that I'm at with my view lord
But I charted up to the top, niggas better be ready, to get up or scoot over
Rarri truck I'm the new owner, feel like I gotta get high when I'm too sober
Bonding over murders, what got me and my crew closer, that's the reason I feel like a true soldier
The type of decisions we making, you don't get to do over
Karma is a bitch, we be waiting, I hate that I do know her
Only judging from things, that you show us
Your life stay on highspeed, when you hang with a few vultures
But this cup full of lean, what's making me move slower
I might pour a whole pint, in my new soda
Paint the scope for the culture, run up and dump on him lackin', now you got a poster
We killing whoever riding, they in that black truck, then we gon' shoot at the chauffeur
Masked up like it's October, hot seat, I'm in the back like Rosa
Headtaps when he catch two out the toaster (Kill shit what we do for our culture)
Try taking my chain, or a watch, promise you Imma be taking a mugshot
Imma show you these slugs so hot, .40 with a long nose, don't blow snot
I used to come off the bench, like a 6th man, now I'm praying for clutch shots
I just been writing a list, for my hitman, I can't wait to come shop
My killers don't feel sorry, we just gangbang and bust Glocks
Free smoke for anybody, like we ain't already made enough opps
Since kids, we played on rough blocks, it can only go one way, when blood drop
We spend our days, on rush clocks, shootouts and ducking the cage, and what not
(Grinding like a slave, for what I got, like I still ain't made enough guap)
They finally gave us props, now I just get paid and fuck thots
She blew my mind, got good brain, so I was amazed from her top
They been plotting on taking my spot, since the day my fame was unlocked
Writer(s): Daniel Anthony Ivy, Taurus Bartlett, Richard Stevenson Iii
