Chancing
From the lowest could imagine
I still run it back like Jackson
Fell out w my recent bitch a lot of selfishness and baggage
Put too much work into my craft got every right really tax em
And They took him out the game by 21 not talkin madden
How I look like out here chancing knowing I got so much to lose
Always expect the unexpect don't ever think it can't be you
And we ain't talking any checks it the zeros not more than two
Fuck it Three make it four we gotta take it to the roof
The disrespect I can't ignore you always fuckin w my mood
I put my bitch in new diors cause she gon slurp it like it's soup
At the top is where I stay cause it fit better with my view
Face these hardships every day but know somehow we getting through
Make a way they'll say it's luck
Bro he got .380 tucked
They been knowing I'm the one
Fuck her deep she screaming fuck
Fuck is this,this ain't enough
Come back when you get it done
Spliff hit like semi truck
Clear my head by rolling up
In the front
Got my back so you the one
Calm down get ya homie touched
Been out of place so I adjust
Sat down with OG he tellin me you showing too much love
Filling up my voids I need a freak we headed to the club
Ratchet she gon shake that ass I start to throwin dubs
Fuck w me it's One hell of a ride I tell em up buckle up
I respect the niggas handle business lift they homies up
Niggas fake like they be from the trenches just to get a buzz
I still run it back like Jackson
Fell out w my recent bitch a lot of selfishness and baggage
Put too much work into my craft got every right really tax em
And They took him out the game by 21 not talkin madden
How I look like out here chancing knowing I got so much to lose
Always expect the unexpect don't ever think it can't be you
And we ain't talking any checks it the zeros not more than two
Fuck it Three make it four we gotta take it to the roof
The disrespect I can't ignore you always fuckin w my mood
I put my bitch in new diors cause she gon slurp it like it's soup
At the top is where I stay cause it fit better with my view
Face these hardships every day but know somehow we getting through
Make a way they'll say it's luck
Bro he got .380 tucked
They been knowing I'm the one
Fuck her deep she screaming fuck
Fuck is this,this ain't enough
Come back when you get it done
Spliff hit like semi truck
Clear my head by rolling up
In the front
Got my back so you the one
Calm down get ya homie touched
Been out of place so I adjust
Sat down with OG he tellin me you showing too much love
Filling up my voids I need a freak we headed to the club
Ratchet she gon shake that ass I start to throwin dubs
Fuck w me it's One hell of a ride I tell em up buckle up
I respect the niggas handle business lift they homies up
Niggas fake like they be from the trenches just to get a buzz
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Writer(s): Charles Valburn
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