Chances Lyrics

I ain't flexing for you niggas, I'm just putting on a show

I ain't nothing like you niggas, I don't fall in love with hoes

Bitch you better watch that mouth when that shit come down to my bro

Or else we upping all them glocks and yeah we letting that shit blow

Did it all by myself, I ain't never had no help

I been swimming through this pain like my name was Michael Phelps

I been really sinning lately, hope I never go to hell

I keep covering these bruises like a nigga tripped and fell

I just do this for my family, yeah I do this shit for Jay

I been moving different lately, I been grinding every day

Why these bitches on my story tryna say that I'm they bae

I ain't with the fake love, get the fuck up out my face

We just tryna get the bag, we just tryna get this money

And we got a couple Glocks in case a nigga actin' funny

I'ma wipe him down, tissue like his nose was real runny

Hit him with the burner, have his ass hopping like a bunny

Uh, uh, I told bro that we gon' make it

Had to get it out the mud, had to fake it

I ain't missing on my chance, I'ma take it

Said I ain't missing on my chance, I'ma take it

Tell them niggas I ain't rapping

You say that you my man but on the low you really capping

Put my heart into this music so you know I'm really snapping

I'm just tryna make it out the hood so I don't end up trapping

How we gon' be family nigga, we ain't even blood

When I blow up, don't be tryna ask me for a hug

If gangsta's move in silence, then lil nigga, I'm a thug

Smoking all my pain away, I'm bouta call the fucking plug

Why they always on my dick, they need a hop off

They call me sturdy but a nigga bouta pop off

Talking crazy, bro gon' let them fucking shots off

I said bro gon' let them motherfucking shots off

Life got me in a chokehold, bouta tap out

I be losing all control, I'm bouta mack out

Talking tough and I'ma have to pull that strap out

I said I'ma have to pull the fucking strap out

And why these niggas stay hating

Post traumatic stress disorder got a nigga shaking

They ain't ready for this shit that I be making

Said they ain't ready for this shit that I be making

Bouta put these niggas on some game

You niggas ain't with us if you niggas can't hang

If they talking crazy, bitch, you better let it bang

We gon' get a lot of cash and then go link with Johnny Dang

Better know me and my niggas gon' be sliding

Don't be talking shit but then the next day you be hiding

Right before I blow up, I'ma see who really riding

Like nigga we ain't homies, don't be walking to me nodding

I told bro that we gon' make it

Had to get out the mud, had to fake it

I ain't missing on my chance, I'ma take it

Said I ain't missing on my chance, I'ma take it, nah

Tell them niggas I ain't rapping

You say that you my man but on the low you really capping

Put my heart into this music so you know I'm really snapping

I'm just trying to make it out the hood so I don't end up trapping