Chances

Yeah, yeah, yeah Dis for all my bruddas dem Dis for all that suffering Drop top, Bently coupe, Rolls Royce Cullinan Call my dawgs and keep them in the loop They know wassup again No, we can't fold I'm surrounded by angels But I'm liable to take my chances and go Been runnin' for so long Pray it don't drain my soul uh oh Dis rap shit fail I need dem bricks now for da low uh oh They say that boy won't leave until he gets just what he came for Dem bois gone walk you down They hop out the back of Durango Like, yeaaah, yeah, yeaah Pull out the glocks, smell the opps in the air I'm on my grind, got no time to fear Yeah, she top me off too good, can't steer Yeah, yeah, yeah Dis for all my bruddas dem Dis for all that suffering Drop top, Bently coupe, Rolls Royce Cullinan Call my dawgs and keep them in the loop They know wassup again No, we can't fold I'm surrounded by angels But I'm liable to take my chances and go Oh, chances and goooo Oh oh oh chances and go Oh oh oh, chances and gooo oh oh oh Dis for all my bruddas dem I promise that I got us No room for mistakes but aye I'm tired of being modest Nigga hate Talk around my city tryna stop us No debate They just prolly made because they not us Yeah, yeah, yeah Dis for all my bruddas dem Dis for all that suffering Drop top, Bently coupe, Rolls Royce Cullinan Call my dawgs and keep them in the loop They know wassup again No, we can't fold I'm surrounded by angels But I'm liable to take my chances and go Oh, chances and goooo Oh oh oh chances and go Oh oh oh, chances and gooo oh oh oh