Midwxst - Chance! lyrics
[Midwxst - Chance! lyrics]
You know you rockin' with Rada
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, ahaha
I'm taking the chance like this shit is slots
I walk in the store and
Don't know what to cop
You fuck with the gang
Then you already a knot
If you pull up on bro
Then you finna get dropped
In the studio clocking
Been clocking in a lot
I got twists in my hair
It might turn into locs
Been making that money, been making a lot
I been making these songs and
They telling me, "Drop", yeah
I do not care what you say, it won't phase me
Clocking and locking, I been goin' crazy
Seventeen, but I've been getting that bag
Seventeen, but bitches giving me, wait
Hahaha and know that the shit I just said
I just be playing, this shit out the head
I know there's some people that
Wan' see me dead i know there's some people
That's mad and upset but I'm making moves
Don't care what they say
I will not let them get inside my head, no
(You know you rockin' with Rada)
Fuck what them boys they be saying
Level up on these niggas, super saiyan
(Hey, glumboy) bitch, this is not a game
Know I'm not playing
Get to the room and I'm finna get laying down
Your girl really love me
She making them sounds
I'm at the top baby, give me my crown
Too deep in water, but I will not drown
Put on for my city, put on for my town
(yeah, yeah) damn
I put my heart inside all of my sounds
I'm finna graduate, give me my gown
Going too fast, no, I'm not slowing down
Damn (yeah, yeah)
My brother really be keeping the rounds
Play with the gang
But don't wan' play around
And don't try to hide
'cause we finna find out
Stone Island on me my bag Givenchy
Death always taunts me
Dark thoughts, they haunt me
Tried, but I always failed
No feeling, I can't feel
Broken heart, it can't heal
Smoke gas so I can chill (Hey, glumboy)
And I've lost all feeling inside my head
(You know you rockin' with Rada)
I sit here and think about my regrets
All the words that I've talked
About or I've said i don't need nothing
But I still wish you the best
I'm taking the chance like this shit is slots
I walk in the store and
Don't know what to cop
You fuck with the gang
Then you already a knot
If you pull up on bro
Then you finna get dropped
In the studio clocking
Been clocking in a lot
I got twists in my hair
It might turn into locs
Been making that money, been making a lot
I been making these songs and
They telling me, "Drop", yeah
You know you rockin' with Rada hey, glumboy