Chances Make Champions song by Doughboyz Cashout from Primary Album We-run-the-city-vol-3-chances-make-champions. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Trap, Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Chances Make Champions Meaning
| [[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni] Wake up every day I make a chance Grab my phones off the dresser, tuck my nine in my pants Call my mans off my Metro, set me up a play or two Just remembered, my boy owe me, and its been a day or two Used to give fiends testers, to get the yay to move Used to trap all day just for some ‘yays’ and shoes Now, I’m on a bigger level, watches got bigger bezels Yo hoe hounding me like “when I’m gon’ be in your schedule” I’m a busy man, bows crammed in minivans If I can’t make them pay, guarantee the semi can Move the work fast like I got Hemi hands If the rap fail, oh well, I got fifty plans Went from half O coppin to Rosé poppin’ Had to get it up cause being dead broke was no option I’ma ball til I fall, cop leathers in the fall Got stacks on deck, got killers on call nigga [Chorus: Doughboy Roc & Payroll Giovanni] Chances make champions You ain’t a champ, stop lying This for my hustlers, get rich or die trying You gotta take chances if you want your bezel dancin’ We wrap em up tight, then vaseline and plastic Chances make champions, nigga Plus the shit pays Chances make champions, nigga Plus the shit pays , [Verse 2: Doughboy Roc] You ain’t never took no fucking trips out of town You ain’t been in gun fights, you don’t know how that chopper sound Ran up in niggas’ spots, making ’em lay down Going state to state with that work on the Greyhound Rental cars, interstates, work under the hood But when we made it, everything was all good Yeah, I struggled for a minute, I was down for a time But, now, I look back that was Artest, Ron Now, we go crazy, hit the titty bar and toss bands Play me like a bitch, it’s Gunplay, like Ross mans Squeeze with no hesitation, hard work and dedication Ready like Alicia Keys, hit AZ and cop some keys Who ain’t sold shit? Who ain’t did what homes? I couldn’t even tell you how many times I tried my [?] Took a chance to be a champ Kill a nigga for my camp Took a chance to be a champ Kill a nigga for my camp [Chorus: Doughboy Roc & Payroll Giovanni] Chances make champions You ain’t a champ, stop lying This for my hustlers, get rich or die trying You gotta take chances if you want your bezel dancin’ We wrap em up tight, then vaseline and plastic Chances make champions, nigga Plus the shit pays Chances make champions, nigga Plus the shit pays , [Verse 3: HBK Kidd] Blows coming quick Froze on the wrist Fours on the whip Roll with my clique Bitches see how blowed you can get Os getting flipped Bros getting rich, hoes getting shit Rolls getting bent, Buffalos getting tint A skinny nigga with tats, but I like my hoes thick That chronic in the air, good kush my nose scent That chronic in the air, say goodbye to bold scent On four-fifths, we pop bottles and pour fifths Smoking out a whole zip DBC 2676, I love my whole clique (Doughboyz) This chances make champs, it’s finally here, so don’t trip You bout to hear it all, from hoe shit to long trips Got nines with long clips, so stop it with that bullshit You want your life you better think before you do the shit Pay, you the shit, Roc, you the shit, Dre, you the shit Let me stop fucking around my whole crew the shit [Chorus: Doughboy Roc & Payroll Giovanni] Chances make champions You ain’t a champ, stop lying This for my hustlers, get rich or die trying You gotta take chances if you want your bezel dancin’ We wrap em up tight, then vaseline and plastic Chances make champions, nigga Plus the shit pays Chances make champions, nigga Plus the shit pays , [Verse 4: Doughboy Dre] Kush and Ciroc, a breakfast of a champion I’m a champion, I need my belt Gucci belt on the waist, (Gucci) nine on the waist (yup) Momma like “son, be safe” Fifteen in the safe, just to be safe (lil fifty) Getting face from your bitch, man, I love counting faces Grants and Jacksons, I had to make it happen If this rappin’ don’t work then it’s back to trappin’ Quis say he got a connect, lets make it happen Got killers nigga, I ain’t scrappin’ Took a chance with my life, I ain’t laughing Now, I hit the mall when I want and I’m cashin’ Took a lot of L’s, so, I had to charge it to the game But I ain’t take it no more, I’ll bust your brains Do the speed limit, don’t ride the fast lane Pay where you at, thank god the bag came [Chorus: Doughboy Roc & Payroll Giovanni] Chances make champions You ain’t a champ, stop lying This for my hustlers, get rich or die trying You gotta take chances if you want your bezel dancin’ We wrap em up tight, then vaseline and plastic Chances make champions, nigga Plus the shit pays Chances make champions, nigga Plus the shit pays] |
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- Who is credited with writing the music and lyrics to this song? Chances Make Champions
Chances Make Champions lyrics song is written by Doughboy Roc, Dre Armany, HBK & Payroll Giovanni
