This is a song about "Henry chance hakeem"

We getting money, you can face the facts

No monopoly type flow, no chance

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

But fuck that, i aint bout to miss my fucking chance

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

If i wanna be known i gotta take this chance.

I already blown my chance

If i don't make that man there dance

Change factors race the lane backwards take chance

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Better call an ambulance to stand a chance

But mitchy you should give me another chance

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Neither a faze nor a trance, left with 1 last chance

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks