You Ain’t Got a Chance Boy

[Verse 1: Nix]
What does it mean to be a saint over sinner
Back in the days your mommy is cooking a dinner
Chicken soup, casserole in the cold night jumping
Into bed with the smell of the fresh linen
Live it again only a little, do you know the feeling
Of being stuck in the middle
As the old saying goes to put it a little different
Is allowing it to happen as bas as pulling the trigger
Figuratively speaking usually the one who want to jump in the deep end
From diving in the pussy and rum and weekend
A little preteen boy coughing a reefer
Coming homе caught red eyed immеdiate I got locked down for a couple a weeks
But the irony of all of it the one who ditched the discipline from her supplier been thieving
A cocky little youth and with the kids theres always something to prove
Kind heart but a naggy side bringing a mood
Write down that was the sentiment and the crew
A bag of vagabonds that you look up to
From seeing innocent man get beat down
My best friend sucker punched cold and peaked down
And witnessing a rob chained of a street clown
Didn’t say a word but I felt from a deep down

[Pre Chorus]
It’s not my fault as a bystander I ain’t involved
Maybe not a can did depiction of
The role I played in situation see my lit of these there were plenty more
Maybe a lesson in right and wrong
When you seek repentance look I don’t know
I left the (?) up and let me ohhh

[Chorus]
Usually I’m fine with somebody on my shoulder telling me
You ain’t got a chance boy
When you’re down on yourself you do as I please
Usually you’re good with holding all your sin past sweet talk
But this time it’s different
Good luck trying to find your way out this one

[Verse 2: ENNY]
Black bandanas and area codes
Sex, drugs, Disney and all of our hopes
Fast forward ignorance bliss and guessing we will never know
Pop kettle, black sky, youth hunger, one drive, who am I?
A product of environment from those that just can’t fit in and find their sins
In late night escapes and caption face
To sunrise touching face then making haste
Like who the fuck are you my own daddy didn’t take me
Knife crime work sex money is always with me
Losing all your morals just (?) quick fee
Now you in your 30s and rethinking all your technique
It’s not easy, long path to redemption, sinking
Drop down now give me ten it’s the quick scheme
Prius and the Bruce Lee, holy water swim deep
Blood of Jesus free me, screaming

[Chorus]
Usually I’m fine with somebody on my shoulder telling me
You ain’t got a chance boy
When you’re down on yourself you do as I please
Usually you’re good with holding all your sin past sweet talk
But this time it’s different
Good luck trying to find your way out this one

[Verse 3: Nix, ENNY]
I need a little more money
Less glasses of ice cold Jack Honey
More past nips or little less fried chicken on week nights
A couple more green beans on tea time
See I told myself I’d probably do better
I knew better, I look at you and see what people do for some real cheddar
A little C.R.E.A.M. Cash Rules Everything Around Me cheese
Get the pounds deep in the county
Yeah, really I got no more negative karma
Bitch I’m on altitude high bar on a million songs
A little hey, a little bye, little smile and I’m gone
Really rocking the boat, whether you feel it or not
Whether you got it or don’t
Look you can't reap what you sow
I think I know why I’m knowing I’m knowing nothing at all
We did it all for the cause they do it all for applause
I shoot my thoughts and record and plug in into the source

[Chorus]
Usually I’m fine with somebody on my shoulder telling me
You ain’t got a chance boy
When you’re down on yourself you do as I please
Usually you’re good with
Holding all your sin past sweet talk
But this time it’s different
Good luck trying to find your way out this one