Chance

Slow down Uh-huh (Turner Trey on the track, boy) Any time I made me a band I went and put that shit up and then made it again Would've gave niggas my legs But when it was time to help me, they ain't give me a hand They finally listenin' to me, I'm finally gettin' my chance Now I hop on a flight with no luggage, go shopping as soon as I land Just met her, she throwin' the cat on me, I'ma just beat it like Sam New pendant with a Glock I just got for Christmas I'm hopin' this bitch don't jam Can't believe I'm out here performin', I used to sing in the fan PTSD from what I done seen, you run up, I might blow a fan I had to stick to the plan I had to stay down and make niggas think they ahead I made them niggas some hits I made them niggas tap in and then made 'em some bread They told me that life is a gamble, but you already know how I play it Nigga roll that dice and crap out, then we off his head Get him whacked for buyin' what he said, I'll go in your shit like Craig No room for no new niggas, this bike to the top don't come with pegs No room for leechin' hoes who ain't got no pape', they just give out head One of my niggas had got backdoored, so I don't really got no friends They ask if I'm good like Meg Bro feel shit ain't been right, so he turnin' to meds Old hoes left me on read, now they the same hoes losin' and tuggin' my leg They used to walk past me in school Now they see me and turnin' they heads If a nigga even look this way, then brodie off him and his mans (uh-huh) Got God with me, I can't lose I been workin' and prayin' on this for a minute They think I done blew out the blue Them niggas like, "Who would've knew?" Was failin' in school, I was 'posed to play ball This rap shit was somethin' to do Just me and lil' Duke He got into some shit too, he was 'posed to be goin' to Duke Touch him, then I'm droppin' a nuke, lil' boy only droppin' a deuce Lil' bro in there droppin' a tre If he say it's beef, and we see him out in the streets, then he meetin' his day I don't know shit 'bout shit, get paid If it's my lil' shit, then I'm keepin' her slayed Niggas hate me, shit, I ain't changed I'm a star, they look at me and gaze Gotta know that the route to the top get stormy You gotta prepare for the rain And a lot of them niggas don't play, shit foul You just gotta charge it to the game