Chances Make Champions lyrics

[Intro]
You gon' bleed next
Talking tough, you gon' bleed next
I'm talking big sh*t, BS
Go, go, go

[Verse]
I know you miss your best friend, you gon' bleed next
I'm talking big sh*t, you hear me saying BS
You can't do no fake sh*t and wanna be blessed
You tryna make it through the summer, here go three steps
Rule number one, keep a gun, f*ck the fun
Rule number two, f*ck the fun, keep a gun
Rule number three, never run, you gotta gun
Keep two clips just in case you drop one
n*gga, leave 'em wet, she took my soul, I needed that
Birds in the crib, every man need a pet
Money show itself, n*gga, I don't need to flex
I treat 'em like queens, I got a b*tch from BX
A white t-shirt, that b*tch a 3X
Ninety thousand cash, but the pros was thirty racks
Bro charged me twenty, took the risk to get it back
I stretched it out using my son's Similac
I'm f*cked up
I been catching crazy plays, I lucked up
She said her man goin' to school to be a cop, she cuffed up
The broke n*ggas be the loudest, this 'bout money, hush up
If you can't up a dollar right now, shut the f*ck up
Chances make champions, champions, they took chances
Real trap spots, these houses look abandoned
More drums than the band did, they can't stand it
Easy money international, I got my fans lit
Watch me take a n*gga b*tch without sayin' sh*t
Watch me sell the whole bag that I land with
Watch he hide from the smoke and get his mans hit
Yeah, I knew I'd be rich, sh*t, I planned it