Chances (Explicit)

Chances (Explicit) - Polo G

Lyrics by：Taurus Bartlett

Composed by：Taurus Bartlett

Produced by：OZ/Slick The Third

Ayy Oz give me a motherfuckin' painkiller

SlickDa3rd that go crazy

Try takin' my chain or watch promise you I'ma be taking a mugshot

I'ma show you these slugs so hot 4-0 with a long nose don't blow snot

I used to come off the bench like a sixth man

Now I'm prayin' for clutch shots

I just been writin' a list for my hitman

I can't wait to come shop

My killers don't feel sorry we just gangbang and bust Glocks

Free smoke for anybody like we ain't already made enough opps

Since kids we played on rough blocks

It can only go one way when blood drop

We spend our days on rushed clocks

Shootouts and duckin' the cage and whatnot

Grindin' like a slave for what I got like I still ain't made enough guap

They finally gave us props now I just get paid and fuck thots

She blew my mind got good brain swear I was amazed from her top

They've been plottin' on takin' my spot since the day my fame was unlocked

I was stuck at the bottom

Could only imagine the place that I'm at with my view Lord

But I charted up to the top

Niggas better be ready to get up or scoot over

'Rari truck I'm the new owner

Feel like I gotta get high when I'm too sober

Bondin' over murders what got me and my crew closer

That's the reason I feel like a true soldier

The type of decisions we makin' you don't get a do-over

Karma is a bitch who be waitin' I hate that I do know her

Only judgin' from things that you show us

Your life stay on high speed when you hang with a few vultures

But this cup full of lean what's makin' me move slower

I might pour a whole pint in my new soda

Change the score for the culture

Run up and dump on him lackin' now you got a poster

We killin' whoever ridin' they in that black truck

Then we gon' shoot at the chauffeur

Masked up like it's October

Hot seat I'm in the back like Rosa

Head-taps when he catch two out the toaster

Kill shit what we do for our culture

My killers don't feel sorry we just gangbang and bust Glocks

Free smoke for anybody like we ain't already made enough opps

Since kids we played on rough blocks

It can only go one way when blood drop

We spend our days on rushed clocks

Shootouts and duckin' the cage and whatnot

Grindin' like a slave for what I got like I still ain't made enough guap

They finally gave us props now I just get paid and fuck thots

She blew my mind got good brain swear I was amazed from her top

They've been plottin' on takin' my spot since the day my fame was unlocked