all cancer - chance dinero lyrics
b-tch its smoke behind my name
u gon find out today
play wot chance dinero
ima whoop u like a slave
yea i had da twenty two
lil johnny had da gage
man i swear they needa free lil jarred out the cage
yea its smoke behind my name tell me how u wanna play that
u really want some smoke
the lil n-gga just say that
my n-gga jessie died
me and him we go way back
i put some bands up
yea my momma said just save that
im trynna see a f-ckin mill
cause then i can f-ckin chill
all them days in concord trynna eat a f-ckin meal
then i get up inna booth trynna get a f-ckin deal
jason yea he wit me too and uk he got the steal
he ain’t got it for no reason
yea u know he gone squeeze it
if we f-ckin take yo sh-t
yea uk we gon keep it
u can’t get yo sh-t back
lil n-gga better believe it
then i ship it off to sosa
yea my n-gga gon recieve
i ain’t talkin fooball
but uk i got the sack
i ain’t worried bout no n-gga
trynna take my f-ckin pack
if a n-gga want some pressure
ima put his sh-t on flat
take his body to the ocean
swing him in like a bat
yea we really off the porch
and uk we toat the torch
yea we got that f-ckin poka
u can call that sh-t a fork
scoop his -ss like a spoon
gettin high like a ballon
when we see him we gon get him
we gon hit him with the boom
ima call my n-gga zay
f-ck wit him
and ima spray
7th grade lunch room
he punched a n-gga inna face
yea i swear that we on go
this ain’t no f-ckin cap rap
when yall get up onna track
i swear yall n-ggas rap cap
yea yall n-ggs ain’t on sh-t
i swear yall n-ggas is not wit it
yall n-ggas fake tough but u p-ssy
i dont get it
im finna smoke a wood
im finna match my n-gga trenis
its smoke wit him too
he gon aim it at yo fitted
so my best advice to ya
is dont fw the gang
all my n-ggas they on go
yea they itchin for them stains
me jason and sosa turn up da party
make it rain
yea our outfits exclusive
yea we dont step if we look plain
gang sh-t
gang sh-t
2x forever
lets get back up onna track
remember coppin my first pack
you can’t get no gram for 10
yea uk im finna tax
get the gram for 15
or u can get the blunt for the 10
if u ain’t got the whole thang
then uk im finna spin
please dont try to take sh-t
ima k!ll u even ken
i tell da lord forgive me
because i know im finna sin
im trynna stack my bread tall
and have my momma inna benz
yea i swear she all i need
i dont need no f-ckin friends
trynna reach the f-ckin top
i swear that we neva gone drop
soon as we get off the bus
i swear we call the plug to cop
we get high as a
the f-ck
youngk double cup his cup
soon as the gang come thru
why yall n-ggas chain get tucked
we dont want yall fake chains
we just wantin all da cash
1 shot 2 shot 3 shot
then do the dash
dont care if i k!lled em
he was in front of the trigure
so that mean that he was stoppin me from gettin them figures
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