Chances - Polo G.mp3

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Taurus Bartlett
[00:00.558][Intro]
[00:01.006](Ayy Oz, give me a mother****in' painkiller)
[00:06.921](SlickDa3rd, it go crazy)
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[00:08.143][Chorus]
[00:12.124]Tried taking my chain, or a watch, promise you, I'ma be taking a mugshot
[00:15.390]I'ma show you these slugs so hot, .40 with a long nose, don't blow a snot
[00:18.687]I used to come off the bench like a sixth man, now I'm prayin' for clutch shots
[00:21.983]I just be writn' them letters to my Hitman, I can't wait to come shop
[00:24.984]My killers don't feel sorry, we just gangbangin', bust Glocks
[00:28.219]Free smoke for anybody, like we ain't already made enough opps
[00:31.406]Since kids we've played on rough blocks, they can only go one way when blood drop
[00:34.655]We’ve spend our days, on rush clocks, shootouts, and ducking the cage, and what not
[00:37.859](Grinding like a slave, for what I got, like Istill ain't made enough guap)
[00:41.141]They finally gave us props, now I just get paid and **** thots
[00:44.328]She blew my mind, got good brain, so I was amazed from her top
[00:47.519]They‘ve been plotting on takin’ my spot since the day my fame was unlocked
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[00:50.218][Verse]
[00:50.617]I was stuck at the buttom, could only imagine a place that I’m at with my view lord
[00:53.828]But I charted up to the top, niggas better be ready to get up, or scoot over
[00:57.346]Rarri truck, I’m the new owner, feel like I gotta get high when I’m too sober
[01:00.266]Bondin’ over murders, what got me and my crew closer, that's the reason I feel like a true soldier
[01:04.266]The type of decisions we makin’, you don't get to do over
[01:06.718]Karma is a bitch if we waitin’, I hate that I do know her
[01:09.110]Only judging from things that you show us
[01:10.703]Your life stay on high speed when you hang with a few vultures
[01:13.438]But this cup full of lean what's making me move slower, I might pour a whole pint in my new soda
[01:16.922]Paint a sculpt’ for the culture, run up and dump on him lackin', now you got a poster
[01:20.196]We killing whoever ridin’, they in that black truck, then we gon' shoot at the chauffeur
[01:23.375]Masked up like it’s October, hot seat, I’m in the back like Rosa
[01:26.375]Head taps when he catch two out the toaster
[01:28.297](Kill shit what we do for our culture)
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[01:28.968][Chorus]
[01:29.115]My killers don't feel sorry, we just gangbangin', bust Glocks
[01:32.124]Free smoke for anybody, like we ain't already made enough opps
[01:35.421]Since kids we've played on rough blocks, they can only go one way when blood drop
[01:38.609]We’ve spend our days, on rush clocks, shootouts, and ducking the cage, and what not
[01:41.875](Grinding like a slave, for what I got, like Istill ain't made enough guap)
[01:45.109]They finally gave us props, now I just get paid and **** thots
[01:48.295]She blew my mind, got good brain, so I was amazed from her top
[01:51.515]They‘ve been plotting on takin’ my spot since the day my fame was unlocked