By Chance lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse]
Yeah, this ain't even my flow and I'ma stick to it like Velcro
Swinging these elbows, the only strikes they got is shelltoes
Got them hooks on the track like a railroad
Will you do a verse for the frisky? Call Dutch my n*gga, "n*gga hell no!"
Paying what it cost, I ain't taking no losses nowadays
Looking like bosses nowadays, foreigns and offices nowadays
Peanut chicken sauce and saucing nowadays
Burial ground, rappers in coffins nowadays
A big crib in the outfield feeling like Kenny Lofton nowadays
Look at how I done it Forest Gump sh*t when I run it
David Blaine with flow, turning nothing into something
Pockets super clumping, royal rumble thumping
Quiet but I shoot, call me Tim Duncan
Talking money play it, while I'm at a luncheon
Why you call my phone if you ain't want nothing, b*tch stop fronting
Know you're something when I came down with the top off and the doors up with my feet out
Gripping more grain than a treehouse
Tint was so dark I can't see out
Who the greatest? Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me and me!
Who did I leave out?
Nah n*gga I'm on it, if you ain't friend, you opponent
If you ain't paid for that sh*t and this, then your name you don't own it
On the road like an almanac
Pressing buttons call me presidential living
All's fair in love and war, I'll send a missile right to a sinner
No we ain't quite the same n*gga, all the same n*gga since the name n*gga
You a lame n*gga, they ain't hang with ya'
You ain't f*cked ho's till the fame n*gga
I was game n*gga to the mouthpiece
Put a di*k right where her mouth be
I was doing it, doing it, doing it well, you a handout, outreach!
Sleeping on haters that couch flow
Social networking to make a million
Hating ain't good for your blood pressure
All that salt and sh*t might up and kill ya'
Invisible set-in, that's how I grill ya'
Smiling my way here to the bank
Escape the prison of the label, counting up the paper, most these n*ggas Shawshank
Krizzle!