Chances

I gave you chance after chance
And you snaked me again
Sticking with my brothers
I done cut off all my friends
Only got each other
And that's till the very end
I stay with my strap god I'm sorry but I sin
God I'm sorry but I sin
It was plenty nights I was wishing that we win
We ain't have no place to go I was on the block with my kin
We sliding every night we catch a opp then we gone bend
All I know is homicide murder & that pain
Lost my granny young and you don't know about pain
Lost a couple brothers to streets
That s#%# done made a n#%#% change for the better
Young n#%#% wasn't toting no beretta I like the Glock
Brody hop out we shoot him all up in his top like
We gone spend the block like
I told nuski don't crash the wheel and don't stop like
I gave you chance after chance
And you snaked me again
Sticking with my brothers
I done cut off all my friends
Only got each other
And that's till the very end
I stay with my strap god I'm sorry but I sin



Credits
Writer(s): Yasir Julious
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