Chances lyrics
by Juicy J
[Hook]
Got a spot in the sober, as a trap house in the section attic
A coupe the front lawn with that camera battle license plate
My watch cost a whip, my whip costs a crip
To get to the place I'm at
You won't believe half of the sh*t I did
Each to know about the better of chances
What you know about the life with dead chances
When I'm in the streets I'm all about taking chances
I gotta get it under all circ*mstances
[Verse 1]
Ain't no streets, you gotta learn to take the bad with the good
When you think you're doing bad, you're doing good
They ask me how I've been, I say "I've been doing good"
Ask the streets about me, they say that little n*gga keep good
All the way to Meneth, let's get this understood
The illest n*gga in this sh*t, I put that on my hood
Ain't no n*gga from my city done it like I done it
Speedin' in that 2-seater, can hear me when I'm coming
Glancing in my camera, no I don't like in the rearview
Riding with di*k hood b*tch out the [?]
Traiting ass rappers i hear you, but I don't feel you
I [?] about getting old, n*gga you [?]
[Hook]
Got a spot in the sober, as a trap house in the section attic
A coupe the front lawn with that camera battle license plate
My watch cost a whip, my whip costs a crip
To get to the place I'm at
You won't believe half of the sh*t I did
Each to know about the better of chances
What you know about the life with dead chances
When I'm in the streets I'm all about taking chances
I gotta get it under all circ*mstances
[Verse 2]
Spark a hundred, lost a hundred
Invest two hundred and lost two more
I've done a lot of dirty sh*t, so I can't complain
I took it and roll, losses come with the game
Wouldn't been the man I am today if I didn't take a chance
I play with that [?] b*tch and took her out to dance
I'mma tell you this here
Then you might be prepared to stay with her
I build my own lane and I ran with it
Got my [?] doing the whole [?]
Its called get rich or either die tryin'
Let's say I'm getting fly, so I might die flying
[Hook]
Got a spot in the sober, as a trap house in the section attic
A coupe the front lawn with that camera battle license plate
My watch cost a whip, my whip costs a crip
To get to the place I'm at
You won't believe half of the sh*t I did
Each to know about the better of chances
What you know about the life with dead chances
When I'm in the streets I'm all about taking chances
I gotta get it under all circ*mstances