Lil Jairmy, Lil Baby - Chances Make Champions lyrics

(DJ Swift on the track)
Uh, chances makes champions
Chances makes champions
(I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em)
Yeah, chances makes champions
(I get them rubber bands, then I break
'em, I get them rubber bands
Then I break 'em) yeah (O oh)

I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em
Real shooter, know not to play with them guns
I just keep constantly takin' these drugs
Couldn't beat the case, so I went on the run
Chances make champions, so I gotta take 'em
When I was broke
They weren't showin' me love
Back then, they ain't know I'm the one
Now these bitches treat the kid like a don
(Oh) every day, I wake up, I'm chasin'
That paper, robbin', killin' niggas
Sellin' these drugs
Dirty soda, baby, I drink on mud
Did this for the killers
And trappers and thugs (O oh)
Real VS, we ain't doin' no fakin'
(No) , bitches takin' pictures
Askin' for hugs
Wherever I go, know I'm bringin' my gun
I ain't gotta pay 'em
They'll kill you off love

(Chances makes champions)
I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, Chances makes champions)
I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em
(O oh)
Chances makes champions, so I gotta take 'em
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, Chances makes champions)
I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em
I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em
(Chances makes champions)
I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em
Chances makes champions, so I gotta take 'em
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

Dirty money, put this shit in the tub
Might wake up tomorrow and go spend a dub
I just be spendin' my profit on guns
I just came home and my dog on the run
Plug sent me fifty, he did it off love
I still remember I couldn't make bond
Water diamond, got me clean like some Dove
Lately, baby, I've been fly like a dove
If you owe me, you can pay me in drugs
Police watchin', but we don't give a fuck
If I see an opp, then I'm hittin' him up
I drop the top, pullin' up at the club
Glock cocked, I got thirty-two slugs
2Pac, bitch, I live like a thug
God blessing, he gon' need a Qur'an
'Nother lick, that's all I need
Then I'm done
Young nigga, I done been through the storm
I cheat on my ho and I don't tell her sorry
Niggas cappin'
Talkin' 'bout they gon' rob me
Carbon on me, leave you bloody like Carti
I got a strap on me while I'm recordin'
I'm rockin' red bottoms like they Jordans
Stack them blue hundreds up
Make 'em look gorgeous
All these losses, could've went
And bought a 'Rari, yeah

Fill them rubber bands up 'til they break
Try to rob me, he get shot in the face
All these losses, could've bought me a Wraith
Fuck your cousin, nigga started from nothin'
Thirteen, fell in love with guns
Ran up three mill' in twenty-four months
We can talk about a hell of a run
Throw-away Dracos for the cops
Blue lights when we smash on the cars
Ain't met a bitch who won't let
Me smash in the car
Lil' homie killed his self
Playin' with a Glock
So we don't play with sticks
Unless it's drill time
And I ain't get involved until it's kill time
I work too hard, I'm a real don
I know top shooters doin' real time
I got real drip, don't need no stylist
They gon' run it out when they get back
And I don't send hit's, I'm on the front line
If you owe me, then I want mine
I had some lawyer fees, I paid them off
I had a problem with him, knocked him off
I can make twenty racks if it go south
I show these youngins how to be a boss

I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em
Real shooter, know not to play with them guns
I just keep constantly takin' these drugs
Couldn't beat the case, so I went on the run
Chances make champions, so I gotta take 'em
When I was broke
They weren't showin' me love
Back then, they ain't know I'm the one
Now these bitches treat the kid like a don
(Oh) every day, I wake up, I'm chasin'
That paper, robbin', killin' niggas
Sellin' these drugs
Dirty soda, baby, I drink on mud
Did this for the killers
And trappers and thugs (O oh)
Real VS, we ain't doin' no fakin'
(No) , bitches takin' pictures
Askin' for hugs
Wherever I go, know I'm bringin' my gun
I ain't gotta pay 'em
They'll kill you off love

(Chances makes champions)
I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, Chances makes champions)
I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em
(O oh)
Chances makes champions, so I gotta take 'em
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, Chances makes champions)
I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em
(Chances makes champions)
I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em
(Chances makes champions)
I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em
Chances makes champions so I gotta take 'em
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

Dirty money