Chances Make Champions

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Jairmy] (DJ Swift on the track) Uh, chances makes champions Chances makes champions (I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em) Yeah, chances makes champions (I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em, I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em) Yeah (Ooh) [Chorus: Lil Jairmy] I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em Real shooter, know not to play with them guns I just keep constantly takin' these drugs 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 bitches treat the kid like a don (Oh) Every day, I wake up, I'm chasin' that paper, robbin', killin' niggas, sellin' these drugs Dirty soda, baby, I drink on mud Did this for the killers and trappers and thugs (Ooh) Real VS, we ain't doin' no fakin' (No), bitches 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 [Post-Chorus: Lil Jairmy] (Chances makes champions) I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em (Ooh, ooh, ooh) (Chances makes champions) I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em (Ooh) Chances makes champions, so I gotta take 'em (Ooh, ooh, ooh) (Chances makes champions) I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em (Chances makes champions) I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em Chances makes champions, so I gotta take 'em (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Lil Jairmy, Lil Baby & Lil Jairmy] Dirty money, put this shit 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 drugs Police watchin', but we don't give a fuck 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, bitch, 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 [Verse 2: Lil Baby] 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 Fuck 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 bitch 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 hits, 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 [Chorus: Lil Jairmy] I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em Real shooter, know not to play with them guns I just keep constantly takin' these drugs 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 bitches treat the kid like a don (Oh) Every day, I wake up, I'm chasin' that paper, robbin', killin' niggas, sellin' these drugs Dirty soda, baby, I drink on mud Did this for the killers and trappers and thugs (Ooh) Real VS, we ain't doin' no fakin' (No), bitches 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 [Post-Chorus: Lil Jairmy] (Chances makes champions) I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em (Ooh, ooh, ooh) (Chances makes champions) I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em (Ooh) Chances makes champions, so I gotta take 'em (Ooh, ooh, ooh) (Chances makes champions) I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em (Chances makes champions) I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em (Chances makes champions) I get them rubber bands, then I break 'em Chances makes champions so I gotta take 'em (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Outro: Lil Jairmy] Dirty money—