Popular Chance (Lost Tapes 2022)

[Verse]

Too much time on your hands

I'm at my side thing house, need a [mind][?] in advance

I need head in advance 'cause I be tired when I land

I'm not some nigga that just made it by popular chance

Me and [Snoop][?] sold the doja, a [?] not in my plans

And even though I stood on corners with Glock in my pants, nickel and dimes in my hands

I knew one day I'd hit the jeweler and diamond my hands

Niggas was slimin' my chance, fuck it, give rhymin' a chance

Yeah, nigga, I don't got time on my hands

Either I do it or risk it all with my grimiest mans

I'm talkin' B&E, break-ins all in advance

Imagine me goin' back to that shit and just faultin' by chance

Yeah, feel like my life's like musical chairs

Soon as the music stop, it's only me, you and the chair

A taxi ride into progression, I'm usin' my fare all while losin' my fans

Nigga, I'm spittin' fire, but when the smoke clears tell me who's in the clear

I look around, I'm not in room with my peers

It's only me here and I'm breathin' all this luminous air

The fire flame got your crew in a flair, shit is [true, man,/Truman][?] I swear

Yeah, nigga, karma is undefeated

Thought they had me depleted and somewhere under the cement

But a flower grew out of that concrete, turned to a tree

And now it's so tall [in feet][?] a nigga can't even see it, I swear

Pepper steaks, Ferraris and shrimps

That type of shit don't go together, but that's the type of shit on my menu

And it's 250K to go spit at the venue

The gross numbers so disgustin', this shit'll offend you

Too much time in the palms, type of security that you wouldn't try to alarm

And I'm too stone-hearted to ever confide in your arms

I'm on a private mini-flight tryna charter the storm

I'm cold-hearted, but the love that I'm offering's warm

Shit, I could offer you my heart, but I promise it's torn

Yeah, sotto, sotto, smokin' 'em for a photo

All chains made and insurances for the logo

Baby moms hit me with low blows, but it's cool

My hard knocks back at the school, shit, I'm actin' a fool

For pussy niggas lackin', it's cruel 'cause gas packed by them [?]

Better have you a crew, shit, it's true

Money ultimatums, funny how I [stayed on][?]

I ain't do 'em dirty, shit was money how I played 'em

Twenties in my P.M., mean [hunnids/honeys][?] all in my A.M

Fuck-niggas talkin', when we see 'em, we gon' spray 'em

That's for real, nigga