Audio Push, Mark Battles - Chances lyrics

Too many times I didn't get you niggas
Chance after chance
I was raised by the OGs in my fam
I prefer only OGs in my grams
With my day ones, I don't need the expand
I don't need your advance
Don't need no crew, I don't need me a clan
Don't need no weapons, it's me and the fans
Billionaire, that's what I see in my plans

Asking me to record the video
Lil baby turned into a little
Freak on the cam
You niggas couldn't last a week in these Vans
I don't know you, please
Don't reach for my hand
Unless we negotiating
She wanna grow with me, we cultivating
Talkin' 'bout all the nation's appropriation
If I could I'd cut off all association
To whatever feel anything close to rating


Irresponsible for all the dope we slinging
I done crowd surfed all in Copenhagen
Blessed, I'm far from them days
I was hopeless baking
Now you see it's just our dinner
Watch for the snakes
They gone fill you with venom
My woman black, she got ass, she got rhythm
Feed off the moment and build the momentum
Got prices, gotta kill 'em like

Too many times I didn't get you niggas
Chance after chance
I was raised by the OGs in my fam
I prefer only OGs in my grams
With my day ones, I don't need the expand
I don't need your advance
Don't need no crew, I don't need me a clan
Don't need no weapons, it's me and the fans
Stackin' bands, all I see to my plans

Oh my nigga, how you figure
That I won't squeeze on this trigger?
I done did my thing for a couple years
Now it's clear it's time to go bigger
I paint Picasso pictures
These bars ain't got no liquor
When the money slow, they get funny bro
Best believe they not your niggas
Yo Bo, thanks for the nice intro
Eat everything like a dyke nympho'
Speak what you know, get the right info
While you try and get the deal
While the price been low we independent
Let my nuts hang, skinny dipping
Kicked in the door, got my city winning
Nineties ballin', penny pimpin'
Kobe Jordan, know who's scorin'
I mean every word so fuck what you heard
Gotta show me sources
Track after track, all I leave is corpses
Take no breaks, just keep recording
Streets are scorching, reap the fortunes
Keep the Porsches
I'ma keep it quick, baby, cheap abortion, uh

Too many times I didn't get you niggas
Chance after chance
I was raised by the OGs in my fam
I prefer only OGs in my grams
With my day ones, I don't need the expand
I don't need your advance
Don't need no crew, I don't need me a clan
Don't need no weapons, it's me and the fans
Billionaire, that's what I see in my plans

Roll up, calm down
'Fore I pull up from downtown
I'm accurate from down there
I can't hear your shit from down there
It's different business 'round here
My boys'll aim right at your houses
Good aim, like right at your couches
None of 'em give a fuck 'bout what clout is
Oh, you brought three, four niggas?
Man, you gon' need more niggas
What you lookin' at me for nigga? What nigga
Get 'em out the street 'fore I hit him
I'm black Rambo now
Knuckle up, stand for it now
On your back, can't sport now
This is the easiest
You lil niggas just want it, I needed it
Appetite for these beats and I'm feedin' it
All the value just go up if we in it
Man, they could never do this like we did it
Rip the checks up, put the crease in it
Ten years plus, not no easy shit
That's the difference between
Sauce and seasoning bitch

Too many times I didn't get you niggas
Chance after chance
I was raised by the OGs in my fam
I prefer only OGs in my grams
With my day ones, I don't need the expand
I don't need your advance
Don't need no crew, I don't need me a clan
Don't need no weapons, it's me and the fans
Billionaire, that's what I see in my plans