Chances Lyrics – Polo G

Read the complete Chances Lyrics by Polo G along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Polo G's music, you can also explore Pain Killerz and Crash The Party, two other songs by Polo G.

[Intro]
(Ayy Oz, give me a motherfu*king painkiller)
(SlickDa3rd, it go crazy)

[Chorus]
Tried taking my chain, or a 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 a snot
I used to come off the bench like a sixth man, now I'm praying for clutch shots
I just be writn' them letters to my Hitman, I can't wait to come shop
My killers don't feel sorry, we just gangbanging, bust
Glocks
Free smoke for anybody, like we ain't already made enough opps
Since kids we've played on rough blocks, they can only go one way when blood drop
We've spend our days, on rush clocks, shootouts and ducking the cage and what not
(Grinding like a slave, for what I got, likе Istill ain't made enough guap)
They finally gavе us props, now I just get paid and fu*k thots
She blew my mind, got good brain, so I was amazed from her top
They've been plotting on taking my spot since the day my fame was unlocked

[Verse]
I was stuck at the buttom, could only imagine a place that I'm at with my view lord
But I charted up to the top, n!ggas better be ready to get up, or scoot over
Rarri 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 to do over
Karma is a b!tch if we waiting, 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
Paint a sculpt' for the culture, run up and dump on him lacking, now you got a poster
We killing whoever riding, 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 s*it what we do for our culture)

[Chorus]
Tried taking my chain, or a 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 a snot
I used to come off the bench like a sixth man, now I'm praying for clutch shots
I just be writn' them letters to my Hitman, I can't wait to come shop
My killers don't feel sorry, we just gangbanging, bust
Glocks
Free smoke for anybody, like we ain't already made enough opps
Since kids we've played on rough blocks, they can only go one way when blood drop
We've spend our days, on rush clocks, shootouts and ducking the cage and what not
(Grinding like a slave, for what I got, like Istill ain't made enough guap)
They finally gave us props, now I just get paid and fu*k thots
She blew my mind, got good brain, so I was amazed from her top
They've been plotting on taking my spot since the day my fame was unlocked