No Chance

So, let's picture this a meticulous, ridiculous flow

A murderous melody, leading to the pot of gold

It's time to switch it up another notch, change frequency

I don't understand, they botch plans, I do it easily

It's very hard appeasing me, watch what you say in my presence

Living in the essence

Mental gifts wrapped as lyrical presents

Lingo of the peasants

With a pheasant fox mindset

Everybody wants their name and fame

But ain't grind yet

I'm circling the rounds now

My sound got the face known

The place sown

I still need my space on the payphone

I don't even care if you're vouching

I take no change

Loose ends start dropping names

When they shake and dance

Making plans while baking plants

Whipping grey sedans

I got to dodge the hip-hop cops

This ain't only fans

I'm staring in the rearview, but I ain't reminiscing though

I catch you trying to tail, the shots will sail

And they ain't gonna miss you, yo

There's no chance

You catch me lacking and not packing and we'll dance

I'll let you know in advance

You can tell by my glance

You actin' funny with the money, I'll go straight in your pants

Right in front of your mans

You can see me with hands

You catch me lacking and not packing and we'll dance

I'll let you know in advance

You can tell by my glance

You actin' funny with the money, I'll go straight in your pants

Right in front of your mans

You continue with hands there no chance

Anytime you try to Flip flop I get the drop and plop

Isn't it ironic how Brock Got him off TikTok

It Slick talk back with a vengeance I got sharp Phlegm

Playing for the win in the pennant I got a smart pen

Everybody wants a bright future, not a dark end

This is now your turn to learn how to swim with a shark fin

Salute to the sensei, my sentence slice like samurai

You see the cake rising up high to the sky like banana pie

Ima fry and flame, every armed knight like dragon movies

Find the treasure on the map

And extract all the pirate's booty

Fly and groovy is how we get with the fits

After the profit splits and fits

Trips to the cliffs, I'm just talking my shit

I rip mics

Like a verbal abusive father of twins

Don't need your radio spins to validate my shit's tight

Bullet iron mic in his prime

Except I'm focused more

Plus Brak boy ain't never hard to find him at the local store

There's no chance

You catch me lacking and not packing we'll dance

I'll let you know in advance

You can tell by my glance

You acting funny with the money

I'll go straight in your pants

Right in front of your mans

You can see me with hands

There's no chance

You catch me lacking

And not packing we'll dance

I'll let you know in advance

You can tell by my glance

You acting funny with the money

I'll go straight in your pants

Right in front of your mans

You can see me with hands

There's no chance