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letra de chances make champions - likybo

[intro]
ayejk
it’s likybo in this thing, man, shout out all my brothers
mbo, ai, we all in (you know how we rockin’, man)
look

[verse 1]
if chances make champions, i’ma risk it all
sittin’ in the county with ryan like, “bruh, it’s time to ball”
let’s add up all these numbers, see what it’s gon’ cost
the plug either show us love or he can take a loss
i took a loss investing in the b-tch, but i ain’t tripping off it
if i can’t get it with my chicken, then my n-gga bought it
he in his feelings like these b-tches ’cause his n-ggas ballin’
instead of listening to pimpin’ when your n-ggas ballin’
cuz told me i’m too saucy, let her l!ck the drip
i don’t think these n-ggas wanna box me, so it’s on my hip
i tried to pimp ’em, but just listen
i’m a player who just tryna show you how this paper’ll flip, and that’s really it, huh?

[chorus]
i’m gon’ get it in if i don’t fit in
i’ll be d-mned, i let ’em catch me slippin’, yeah
i’m gon’ get it in if i don’t fit in
talk out your -ss, but i’m really sh-ttin’, better not forget it

[verse 2]
you ever seen a n-gga with a glock?
walk up to another n-gga, put it to his top?
and then he let it pop, the other n-gga drop
i never seen it either, but these n-ggas got me hot, so just wait and watch
i been havin’ problems with the glock, i’m tryna get the guap
feel like when it’s my time, i can’t stop
they sayin’ that the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice
well b-tch, this the cream of the crop
i’m gone off wock’, my cousin boo, he matchin’ the deuce
and if you send shots, we send shots, we matchin’ ’em too
n-ggas wouldn’t put me on when i was askin’ ’em to
but act like we cool, ain’t got sh-t but a backhand for dude
go’n with all that fake sh-t, rap about them k clips
tell me what it feel like when the k kick, yeah
i was broke and down and out with the same b-tch
so when i’m rich as f-ck, that ain’t gon’ change sh-t, gang sh-t
these young n-ggas think i’m dumb, n-gga, like i won’t punch n-ggas
who was n-ggas? when we grew up, n-gga, you was a dub, n-gga
i’m a problem kid, grew up wth problem kids, all different problems, kid
we slide on sh-t, all different kind of sh-t, you know what time it is
gotta switch the gears ’cause i been grindin’ sh-t
shining like a diamond, probably blind a b-tch
i know they see me working, tell ’em sign the kid
forget that i’m that boy and i’m reminding sh-t

- likybo

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