Chance Lyrics

No sun when I get up, this shit won't let up

I stay working but I'm fed up

Trying to get the bread up, Pac said keep your head up

Ripping through the city I was dead up

Spitting up some Henney, many foes want to send me

Up the river no paddle, maybe missing kidneys

Gripping at death's door life squeezing on my breath more

Shit is complicated like Macbeth's core

But never mind, real survivors rarely smell the wine

Rarely take the time, I lately feel that I'm

Just a dude in a mood, don't be fucking with my food

Don't be fucking with my money, don't be fucking with my brood

I will have the will to set fire and kill

Everything you hold holy, so just leave me on my lonely

You don't owe me, you don't know me, I be that one and only

I be that never phony, I'm an island like I'm Coney