Chances (Explicit) - Polo G
Lyrics by：Taurus Bartlett
Composed by：Taurus Bartlett
Produced by：OZ/Slick The Third
Ayy Oz give me a motherfuckin' painkiller
Chances after chances
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 play 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
Grinding like a slave for
What I got like I still ain't madе 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
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
Grinding 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
Chances after chances
Chances after chances
After chances
Chances after chances
Chances after chances