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