Chances Lyrics

Pop shh man

I'm a lil' T'ed right now, it is what it is

But everyday we takin' chances

Everyday we get out here and we do our thing, you know what I'm sayin

That's just what it is

That's what I like, shit

That's light that I do celebrate

You know what I'm sayin

Ain't shit, for real

Nah, for real though

Man, just listen man Billy Bandz

Da long way da dumb way, man

Way better

Yo, uh

Every day I'm takin' chances

Certified, lover boy

I wanna be romancin

Rockin' palm angels, but I still won't take a hand in

Hell yes, she used to catch the pack

Shout out Grandma Nancy

Yeah

Every day I'm in the field

All these niggas talkin, but they see me and don't kill

Readin' all these niggas like the numbers on a pill

Ay

Ay

I'm like Shaquille, but I won't k(Neal)

Ay

Uh

I swear to God, I want no problems

Why they always talkin' bad

I really wanna rob him

Say that he a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin

Ay

He was down bad, I shoulda shot him

Uh

I pray to God for better days

God done took my hand, he tryna show me better ways

Know I'm gettin' chips like the numbers on them Lay's

Ay

Yeah

I count this paper like a page

Ay

Yeah

I started smilin' while he bleedin

And these niggas cross me, so I call, they karma treason

And see, I get to uppin' for no reason

Yeah

My baby calm for a reason

Ay

I wear my heart up on my sleeve

I'm the breadwinner, so they call me when they need

Really in the field, so I should really wear some cleats

And I'm still ballin, I should try out for the league

Ay

Yeah

Tryna have a better life

I don't know what's wrong or right

Ay

Yeah

But I'm gon' stand and I'm gon' fight

Ay

Yeah

I'm takin' yours for you take mine

Ay

My bitch, she tell me always that I'm one of a kind

Ay

I'm seein' through these niggas, know what's on they mind

Ay

Ten bands on me, and I still won't drop a dime

Big four fives, I got tired of all them nines

Ay

I'm a real nigga, I ain't gotta feed her lies

Gotta lil vibe I gotta hit from time to time

I can tell I hurt her feelings, I can see it in her eyes

Know his momma feel it, I can see it how he died

And I know he disappointed, seen his momma do a line

Tryna flip a pack, he fucked it up, but yet he tried

Ay

Made his last jug, spent some brand on a iron

All for that cash and that stash, he gon' put it on the line for that paper

Every day I'm takin' chances

Certified, lover boy, I wanna be romancin

Rockin' palm angels, but I still won't take a hand in

Hell yes, she used to catch the pack

Shout out Grandma Nancy

Yeah

Every day I'm in the field

All them niggas talkin, but they see me and don't kill

Readin' all these niggas like the numbers on a pill

Ay

Ay

I'm like Shaquille, but I won't k(Neal)

Ay

Uh

I swear to God I want no problems

Why they always talkin' bad

I really wanna rob him

Said that he a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin

Ay

He was down bad, I should've shot him

Uh

I pray to God for better days

God done took my hand, he tryna show me better ways

Know I'm gettin' chips like them numbers on them Lay's

Ay

Yeah

I count this paper like a page

Ay

Yuh