Chances

(Ayy, Oz, give me a motherfuckin' painkiller) Chances after chances (SlickDa3rd, it go crazy) Chances after chances Try taking my chain or watch, promise you, I'ma be taking a mugshot I'ma show you these slugs so hot, .40 with a long nose, don't blow snot I used to come off the bench like a sixth man, now I play for clutch shots I just been writing the 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, swear, I was amazed from her top They've 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 'Rari 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 a do-over Karma is a bitch if we wait, and I hate that I do know her Only judging from things that you show us Your life stay on high speed 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 Change the score for the culture Run up and dump on him, lackin', now you got a poster We killing whoever ridin', 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 Head-taps when he catch two out the toaster Kill shit, what we do for our culture 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, swear, I was amazed from her top They've been plotting on taking my spot since the day my fame was unlocked