Spoiled / Chance Lyrics

Don't take

My hand

If you're not sure of

What you want

I've been doing shit down for the masses

Two on the K-Dot, jews on my taxes

Slay on my name, got this code on my safe

And these hoes all the same, reading in on my case

They say, yo police, this nigga making headlines

Every black man should do out the norm, so

Why this nigga making bank off a clothe-line?

Got white bitches showing off the coat

We got no competition in a league of our own

Black on black crime ain't a threat

But a white man's death

First page on the news

No change from Django we just hide our chains from the truth

Yeah, a small boat with 50 go down

Drop the chains down on the ground

But leave the bitches that'll fuck the other men

And leave the children not around

Yeah, took a tone off of the wall

Snuck a bitch let the wall cry for the call

Never call a one night back to get on

Cause if she know my face, then she know who to call

Wild niggas who don't know, sneak dissing

Suck a nigga off, then she go back to living

In a crummy old house with a drunk and old dad

Took a bitch from work and put her in the cab

Yeah, pain from the facts got her missing

The people in her life who tell her such greatness

Taste of pride in the sea of lies

One too many compliments drove her to that life

Two-tone took her life in a drive-in

Two-face killer drive-by in a car chase

Twelve never knew her name and her view

Took the life of a bitch and she never even knew

All life got a soul to give chase

Finally got rich on my death that I cried

Not for me, but the money that I raised

Cause if I got no kids, then my money go to waste

Yea, And these niggas all listening, living in

Waiting for a milli so they all get into it

Nothing in it but the green

That they all be leaning in

The single one of never on the youth that is forever long gone

Liable to pain of the masses

None of the bricks were made to be built up

Trading out on the upskirts of town

Nigga pass the wrong buf and all shit go down

Pacing drawn out, nigga shot go miss

And he hit a young girl waiting on the trim

In the wrong place

At the wrong time

Chance go in and change go out