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