Chances

God says chances send lessons and blessings (ay, Oz, give me a motherfuckin' painkiller)
Chances after chances (SlickDa3rd, that go crazy)
Chances after chances
Try taking my chain or watch, promise you, I'ma be taking a mugshot
I'ma show you these slugs so hot, .40 with a long nose, don't blow snot
I used to come off the bench like a sixth man, now I'm praying for clutch shots
I just been writing the 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 rush clocks
Shootouts and ducking the cage and what not
Grinded 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 plotting on taking my spot since the day my fame was unlocked

I was stuck at the bottom, could only imagine a 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
Bonding over murders, what got me and my crew closer
That's the reason I feel like a true soldier
The type of decisions we making, you don't get a do-over
Karma is a bitch if we wait, and I hate that I do know her
Only judging 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 making 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 killing 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 rush clocks
Shootouts and ducking the cage and what not
Grinded 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 plotting on taking my spot since the day my fame was unlocked

God says chances send lessons and blessings
Chances after chances
Chances after chances
So bless us
Chances after chances
Chances after chances