Mike Will Made It - No Chance (Freestyle) lyrics

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Mike Will Made It - No Chance (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] Shout out to Rae Sremmurd, Ear Drummers You know what I mean man, k**ing it man still working it man [Verse 1] Yeah, this ain't even my flow And I'ma stick to it like Velcro Swinging these elbows The only strikes they got is shelltoes Got them ho's on the track like a railroad Will you do a verse for the [?]? Call Kriz' my n***a, "n***a hell no!" Paying what it cost, I ain't taking no losses nowadays Looking like bosses nowadays, foreigns and offers nowadays Peanut chicken sauce and saucing nowadays Burial ground, rappers in coffins nowadays A big crib and I feel life [?] nowadays Look at how I done it [?] when I run David Blaine with flow, turning nothing into something Pockets super clumping, Forrest Gumption when I'm running Quiet but I shoot, call me Tim Duncan Talking money play it, while I'm at a luncheon Why you call my phone if you ain't want nothing, b**h stop fronting Know you're something when I came down with the top off and the doors up with my feet out Gripping more grain than a treehouse Tint was so dark I can't see out Who the greatest? Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me and me! Who did I leave out? Nah n***a I'm on it, If you ain't friend, you opponent If you ain't paid for that sh** and this then your name you ain't know it On the road like an almanac Pressing bu*tons call me presidential living All's fair in love and war, I'll send a missile right to a sinner No we ain't quite the same n***a, all the same n***a since the name n***a You a lame n***a, they ain't hang with ya' You ain't f**ed ho's till the fame n***a I was game n***a to the mouthpiece Put a dick right where her mouth be I was doing it, doing it, doing it well You a handout, outreach! Sleeping on haters that couch flow Social networking to make a million Hating ain't good for your blood pressure All that salt and sh** might up and k** ya' Invisible set grill that's how I grill ya' Smiling my way here to the bank Escape the prison of the label Counting all the paper while these n***as Shawshank KRIT!