Lyrics:
fucking us over
Like we a terroristic threat, the ghetto covered in soldiers
Fear my only chance to live is with my hand on the trigger
Way they did
Real talk, Usher
Just Blaze
Oh, oh oh
Mmm, you're gonna want me back
It's the last words she said to me
Now I'm wishing she was still here
the greatest like Jordan, if
He was a twin, rivers of Jordan
Passes to Jordan cause Chance is the best out
I'mma show y'all niggas how me
And my check mount fuck
and gave the bottle to his disciple, saying...
FATHER BILL:
Take this, Dino Sore, and drink from it, for this is the last of my Gatorade, the Gatorade
on giving me chances
Thank you Lord for this song and another chance
See late last night there was troubles in my head
A voice told me son don't be scared
Something about it, man
Same song and dance
In the pale moonlight (yo)
I'm looking at ya, yeah, girl, you're kinda tooken back by
The whole rapper
My DNA is cashmere, but my bitch just left last week
I got ten days 'til my last year, but my head went down the sink
Say your prayers and take your
by you yeah
Cuz
All the pimps and the players be coming out like that
All the Crips and the slayers be rocking all night cuz
You're all that, you're
a myth of the past
We could fall into lust, and God, I wish it would last, but as for me
I'm a man of my heart; You're the girl of my dreams
Playing
lips
Off, we were stranded, last ones on the planet, a woman my own age wanting me? Chanceless!
It's like you thought there was a chance something
on today's lottery
Okay, must be a lucky day
Gotta be
Oh my God, you're so excited
My Nina flew in at 3 A.M. Last night!
Sweet, Abuela's been cooking
easy street
I'm on easy, easy street
Seeing as how
I'm a regular guy
Watching the girls
Of the evening go by
I got me a chance
And I'm making it
Last Chance Studios, fin to act a foolio, riding until the engine cold, riding
Last Chance Studios, fin to act a foolio, riding until the engine
a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white
man
I never plan to change
Burning Buddha got that
Buddha on my chain
Heard my shooter gotta
Judas in his aim
Tie'em by a noose
We gone let'em hang
Yea
Sometimes you get 7 or 11
Sometimes you leave the crap out
That's all the chance a motherfucka can
Take when you're rider though
'Cause these are my words
how can I show you that my love is true if we're two
Ah hey little girl don't you run and hide
Well baby don't you wanna be by my side
Well girl I want
hard to get by
And that's why, when you're young in the streets
You gotta live and let die
Some say this ain't the life to choose
Rage is
From the one we had before
From the last place we called home
Take our plans,
By the hand,
Hold them tight cause they're like falling sand,
Never
You gon' ask yourself how come your mans
Didn't empty that last round that he had in Curtis Jackson's ass while he had the chance
You keep askin' us
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
While you're chillin
And laying in your place
I don't show my hand
Before I'm laying down my ace
You got something to say
Then come and say it to my face
through my veins
Don't need no drugs, you're my chemical
Now I'm dependent, swear I'm clinical
Addicted to those glances, taking chances tonight
I need
dance
This is our last chance, brick by brick and day by day
Hiding from your truth, shaping my own better story
Finding my youth, times without pressure
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