Chances by Papo2oo4 Lyrics
DJ! You already know what's going on man
Let me talk my shit man (hey)
Smoking bleeps dropping ashes in my cup holder
You already know what’s going on man, it's DJ!
[Verse 1: DJ Lucas]
Smoking bleeps dropping ashes in my cup holder
Real shit you'll understand when you’re much older
Got a big bag of creme and it's reeking bad
Prada shoes. Same color Puerto Rican flag
Work hard and you achieve a bag
Boy I'm smoking til I get normal
Marshalls, TJ Maxx when I get formal
Getting bread then it's on to the next portal
I'm in my bag like a small dog
I keep rolling til it's all gone
But I'm there when I'm called on
I dropped the ball but I’m playing poker
Spent a year yesterday my mans states over
I ain’t really playing games boy it's game over
And I’m whippin' in this Prius like a Range Rover
Three hours, Twin cities for the layover and I came up out the suburbs let's have Dave over (Damn)
[Verse 2: Papo2oo4]
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[Verse 3: DJ Lucas]
X flowing G next to the spice fiends
Nice dreams I had about ladies and ice cream
Light green my dope the same color Kekemba jersey
They was saying wild accusations that meant to hurt me
I saw the reaper told God to extend my journey
I have so much more I wanna say
Tried to talk about myself in an honest way
I feel like it'd be easier if it was not as late
I feel like it’d be easier if I was not as high
And I just keep on thinking bout it but it's not the vibe
Why am I thinking about a ceiling that is not the sky
If truth is valuable their gonna tell a lot of lies
And this is DJ baby giving y'all some food for thought
After the show I hit the bar and buy some food for thoughts
And I do the kind of drugs that really ruin chances
I got it down to a science they may do advances
[Verse 4: Papo2oo4]
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Let me talk my shit man (hey)
Smoking bleeps dropping ashes in my cup holder
You already know what’s going on man, it's DJ!
[Verse 1: DJ Lucas]
Smoking bleeps dropping ashes in my cup holder
Real shit you'll understand when you’re much older
Got a big bag of creme and it's reeking bad
Prada shoes. Same color Puerto Rican flag
Work hard and you achieve a bag
Boy I'm smoking til I get normal
Marshalls, TJ Maxx when I get formal
Getting bread then it's on to the next portal
I'm in my bag like a small dog
I keep rolling til it's all gone
But I'm there when I'm called on
I dropped the ball but I’m playing poker
Spent a year yesterday my mans states over
I ain’t really playing games boy it's game over
And I’m whippin' in this Prius like a Range Rover
Three hours, Twin cities for the layover and I came up out the suburbs let's have Dave over (Damn)
[Verse 2: Papo2oo4]
?
[Verse 3: DJ Lucas]
X flowing G next to the spice fiends
Nice dreams I had about ladies and ice cream
Light green my dope the same color Kekemba jersey
They was saying wild accusations that meant to hurt me
I saw the reaper told God to extend my journey
I have so much more I wanna say
Tried to talk about myself in an honest way
I feel like it'd be easier if it was not as late
I feel like it’d be easier if I was not as high
And I just keep on thinking bout it but it's not the vibe
Why am I thinking about a ceiling that is not the sky
If truth is valuable their gonna tell a lot of lies
And this is DJ baby giving y'all some food for thought
After the show I hit the bar and buy some food for thoughts
And I do the kind of drugs that really ruin chances
I got it down to a science they may do advances
[Verse 4: Papo2oo4]
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