Skrapz - One More Chance lyrics

[Verse 1:Skrapz] Skrapz, listen (BOOM) check it Yo who's that dipping in the beamer F's on my feet it's Fendi it's not Fila If you saw my interior you would think i got signed Na-na nah baby girl man i'm just a drug dealer I be in the trap with some bricks of amensia Begging my connect lemme get the bricks cheaper I'm i hustler ask nina with the nina I deliver you a box to your door like a pizza Two man deep in a black 7 seater .357 and a 9 mile-meter Bare man getting sleep up when man creep up My n******gs shoot up fam we don't beat up And I be in the trap sipping yak from a tea cup 2 bricks left I think ready for the re-up Told my drive to pick me up Bring me to my spot for my P's then I go and pick 3 up Your girlfriends dishing it out she just free up And i ain't even calling her phone she hits me up b**hes pree us all you n******gs wanna be us Pagans hiding out cah they don't really wanna see us Cah I ride like cyclist Teams full of more bright stars than the night is Clip full of hollow tips just how like it On the north circular listening to Nines getting brains off a white chick I was on the way to blocks i see the cops I ain't going back to prison so I swallowed my rocks Better safe than sorry on the streets you can never be sure All I know is that prevention is better then cure All I know about is crime I don't follow the law I'm tryna make my money rise like a suicide door And I'm never stopping straight money chopping Couple thousand in my pocket when I'm going shopping n***a said he's got a spot that I could put a crop in Told him give me couple weeks then imma get it popping Yeah I love the game I don't really want the fame Never gonna change making money is my middle name I'm in the bimma doing 60 in the middle lane Henny In my cup duffle bag full of silver haze On my grind haven't slept in a couple days I've been going hard I can sleep when I'm in a grave You was chilling in your yard I was getting paid You was chilling in the sun and I was in the shade You was twiddling your thumbs I ain't on that .45 by my side ready for some combat Break n******gs face make n******gs call me ong bak Shoot n******gs down I ain't inna any long chat I've been rolling with the handgun from way back Think I'm gonna rise the gym back up and spray that 'K that I ain't got no funny n******gs in my circle All my n******gs hardback like the turtles Chilling in my yard late night I got a bird call Had to put my bullets in my gun and then I circled I'm riding with a pa**ion all you n******gs fra**in' Shoot a n***a on the mains and I ain't even ga**in' I only used a couple bullets I was tryna ration I don't mean a shower when I tell a man I'm gonna splash him Everybody's on my case I'm the latest fashion Telling everybody wait until I get it cracking Tryna get rich I ain't tryna get nicked All I know is crime I ain't never had a payslip I'm self made I ain't never had a wages Posted in the trap 2 bricks tryna make it I was in the trap with your b**h she was naked Had her on her knees giving everybody faces Its big Skrapz I've been k**in' them for ages That fact still remains there's no changes LV shoes and shirts and swede blazers Squad famous same members no strangers I'm about to make the roadside dangerous Hoping out a black range with a stainless I put a n***a in a box like a trainers 1 burner 6 shots there blood strainers I remember growing up living kinda corrupt Now I'm sipping grey goose kinda livin' it up Yo the streets crazy but the streets pays Disappeared for a minute now I'm back baby n******gs played out looking like a crack baby I swear down all these rappers sound whack lately I make history lifestyle risky heard your CD and flung that its a Frisbee It's big skrapz i burn tracks till their crispy I'm back but for how long that's a mystery Talking to my n***a said the streets really missed be I ain't tryna slip but the streets kinda slippery I shift bricks quickly jakes wanna shift me I'm a old school G nuff nuff spilffy I ain't f**ing with the works if the works iffy You better bring me back my money before it gets sticky And I ain't inna playing games I'm about money I'm grinding even when I'm ill and my nose runny God knows all I'm tryna do is make it Cousin this is real life I ain't inna fake sh** I go hard I ain't putting on the breaks yet I ain't wishing I had I just go get Sitting at the back of a cab with a rucksack 9mm nozzle where my nuts at I'm taking no chance I'm about to meet a new connect He might send his little pups to try and intercept I have to light a n***a up like a cigarette Hit him in the face and make the n***a get the full effect (BOOM)