Chance lyrics

[Intro]
Slow down
Uh-huh
(Turner Trey on the track, boy)

[Verse]
Any time I made me a band
I went and put that sh*t up and then made it again
Would've gave n*ggas 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 getin’ 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 b*tch don't jam
Can't believe I'm out here performin’, I used to sing in the fan
PTSD from what I donе seen, you run up, I might blow a fan
I had to stick to the plan, I had to stay down and make n*ggas think they ahеad
I made them n*ggas some hits
I made them n*ggas tap in and then made ’em some bread
They told me that life is a gamble, but you already know how I play it
n*gga roll that dice and crap out, then we off his head
Get him whacked for buyin' what he said, I’ll go in your sh*t like Craig
No room for no new n*ggas, 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 n*ggas had got backdoored, so I don't really got no friends
They ask if I'm good like Meg, bro feel sh*t 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 n*gga 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 n*ggas like, "Who would've knew?"
Was failin' in school, I was 'posed to play ball, this rap sh*t was somethin' to do
Just me and lil' Duke
He got into some sh*t 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 sh*t 'bout sh*t, get paid
If it's my lil' sh*t, then I'm keepin' her slayed
n*ggas hate me, sh*t, 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 n*ggas don't play, sh*t foul, you just gotta charge it to the game