No Chance

[Intro] (Dee B got that heat) Yeah [Verse] My past music's kinda old, and the album's stale (Stale) Now the way I do, it's magic, like it's Dragon Tales Now I got this shit locked down, it can't have no bail (Nah) They sayin', "Free Tay-K", I'ma send 'em back to jail (Get back to jail, bitch, yeah!) I be writin' letters, like I'm Abigail (Abi-) This shit's historical, I'm scorin' goals like Gareth Bale (Gareth!) Yeah, my shit's so fire for free, I do not need to have no sale, yeah (Nope!) I make my bars and my basses so fat that they crack the scale, yeah (Yeah, they crackin'-they crackin' the scale) They try to stereotype me, but I ain't no average male (No average male) I got asthma, but I can spit thirty-two with just a half inhale (*gasp*) Listenin' to my music, all the newbies, they askin' what that entails (Uh...) Well, bitch, I ain't gonna rat myself out, man, I ain't been no tattletale, yeah (No snitch!) I just keep snappin' like Pop Rocks, I'm a sous chef, 'cause I got chops I will keep making ambiguous statements to brag, 'cause what else do I talk on? (Who am I?) I can't party anymore, I'm too stressed So please do not invite me, better get a new guest Say I do it for attention, and I tell 'em, "Who guessed?" "Who's next?" So you're tryna to do this? It's a huge mess Damn! I got this time on my hand Tryna make sure that I get it on camera ("I'm recording") 'Cause when I can't post it all up Then I start apologizin' like Canada ("I'm sorry!") Damn, I been feelin' like the man I think everybody says that I'm a scam (Goddamn, yeah!) 'Cause they loggin' on, seein' all the fans "No way that he can do that, no chance!" (No chance!) No, no [Chorus 1] No chance I'ma just do my dance (Damn!) Check the stats Everybody trapped in a trance No chance Somebody get they mans, please (Get they mans) Can't understand me I'm just bein' who you can't be (Nah!) [Bridge] Who woulda, who woulda thought (Yeah) That Quadeca woulda moved to the top? Yeah (Said, who woulda thought?) Who woulda, who woulda thought? Now I been doin' a lot, damn (Said, who woulda thought, bitch?) [Chorus 2] No chance I might just fly out to France (Damn!) Girl in the UK Keep asking me to make plans I guess I can I guess I'll do what I can I'm the guy Lookin' at me like, "No chance", yeah [Outro] No chance Yeah, there's no chance, bitch