Took My Chance Lyrics

One thing I don't understand I took my time yeah I planned

I wrote a goal then I ran I'm on the court like a champ

How they can't stop me? THEY CANT

Talking my shit cuz I can

Been through the dirt, ya I been through the sand

Been in the mix I got caught in the jam

Praying I make it in I'm taking a stand

Crossing my fingers n hoping for better days

Know I stay working just check out my resume

Use to drink lean, like that shit was lemonade

I was a teen, I caught me a felony

Living life wrong, robbing my enemy's

If I get rich I'll donate to charity's

I got some problems might need me some therapy

(Go to hell and back I don't think it'll help me)

Big bankroll but it's still not enough

6.3 Leave a cat in the dust

All wheel drive with the nos Issa must

Know the windows tinted it be trouble when we come

Most of these rappers they stutter, they suck

They lying, they acting like they wanna be thugs

Talk about shooting but never touched guns

Real as it gets, so f*** how you come

I gotta lotta on my chest, no time to stress I put in work for my check

Thanking my momma I'm blessed, your raising a king I ain't ready to rest

I promise my family I'll give them the best

I know these people they hoping I wreck

One day a foreign maybe a jet

Came from a ford now it's a vette

One thing I don't understand I took my time yeah I planned

I wrote a goal then I ran I'm on the court like a champ

How they can't stop me? THEY CANT

Talking my shit cuz I can

Been through the dirt, ya I been through the sand

Been in the mix I got caught in the jam

Praying I make it in I'm taking a stand

Working a 14 been working since 13

If you ask me I deserve me a trophy

Not with the clubs I be playing the Sony

Talked for a day, don't like you know me

Say you in love with me, you gotta show me

Kick the bitch out, if she lying, she hoeing

Competition, who's my opponent?

Rags to riches, finna cop me a foreign

I gotta lot, lot my mind pour me a cup of the henny on ice

Life's getting hard but I'm rolling my dice

Praying to god that I'm doing it right

Not Tony Hawk but I stay on the grind

I'm watching my back shit I'm breaking my spine

I caught a few losses, I'm back in my prime

Boutta turn 20 I'm living my life