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Chances Make Champions(feat. Lil Baby) (Explicit) - Lil Jairmy
Lyrics by：Dominique Jones/Lil Jairmy
Composed by：Jairmy Long
Produced by：DJ Swift
Uh chances makes champions
Chances makes champions
I get them rubber bands then I break 'em
Chances makes champions
I get them rubber bands then I break 'em
Real shooter know not to play with them guns
I just keep constantly takin' these d**gs
Couldn't beat the case so I went on the run
Chances make champions so I gotta take 'em
When I was broke
They weren't showin' me love
Back then they ain't know I'm the one
Now these ****** treat the kid like a don
Oh every day I wake up I'm chasin'
That paper robbin' killin' niggas
Sellin' these d**gs
Dirty soda baby I drink on mud
Did this for the killers
And trappers and thugs O oh
Real VS we ain't doin' no fakin'
No ****** takin' pictures
Askin' for hugs
Wherever I go know I'm bringin' my gun
I ain't gotta pay 'em
They'll kill you off love
Chances makes champions
I get them rubber bands then I break 'em
Chances makes champions
Chances makes champions
Chances makes champions
Dirty money put this **** in the tub
Might wake up tomorrow and go spend a dub
I just be spendin' my profit on guns
I just came home and my dog on the run
Plug sent me fifty he did it off love
I still remember I couldn't make bond
Water diamond got me clean like some dove
Lately baby I've been fly like a dove
If you owe me you can pay me in d**gs
Police watchin' but we don't give a ****
If I see an opp then I'm hittin' him up
I drop the top pullin' up at the club
Glock cocked I got thirty-two slugs
2Pac b**** I live like a thug
God blessing he gon' need a Qur'an
'Nother lick that's all I need
Then I'm done
Young nigga I done been through the storm
I cheat on my ho and I don't tell her sorry
Niggas cappin'
Talkin' 'bout they gon' rob me
Carbon on me leave you bloody like Carti
I got a strap on me while I'm recordin'
I'm rockin' red bottoms like they Jordans
Stack them blue hundreds up
Make 'em look gorgeous
All these losses could've went
And bought a 'Rari yeah
Fill them rubber bands up 'til they break
Try to rob me he get shot in the face
All these losses could've bought me a Wraith
**** your cousin nigga started from nothin'
Thirteen fell in love with guns
Ran up three mill' in twenty-four months
We can talk about a hell of a run
Throw-away Dracos for the cops
Blue lights when we smash on the cars
Ain't met a b**** who won't let
Me smash in the car
Lil' homie killed his self
Playin' with a Glock
So we don't play with sticks
Unless it's drill time
And I ain't get involved until it's kill time
I work too hard I'm a real don
I know top shooters doin' real time
I got real drip don't need no stylist
They gon' run it out when they get back
And I don't send hit's I'm on the front line
If you owe me then I want mine
I had some lawyer fees I paid them off
I had a problem with him knocked him off
I can make twenty racks if it go south
I show these youngins how to be a boss
I get them rubber bands then I break 'em
Real shooter know not to play with them guns
I just keep constantly takin' these d**gs
Couldn't beat the case so I went on the run
Chances make champions so I gotta take 'em
When I was broke
They weren't showin' me love
Back then they ain't know I'm the one
Now these ****** treat the kid like a don
Oh every day I wake up I'm chasin'
That paper robbin' killin' niggas
Sellin' these d**gs
Dirty soda baby I drink on mud
Did this for the killers
And trappers and thugs O oh
Real VS we ain't doin' no fakin'
No ****** takin' pictures
Askin' for hugs
Wherever I go know I'm bringin' my gun
I ain't gotta pay 'em
They'll kill you off love
Chances makes champions
Chances makes champions
Chances makes champions
I get them to
Chances makes champions
I get them rubber bands then I break 'em
Chances makes champions
Chances makes champions so I gotta take 'em
Dirty money
