Welcome to a lyrical journey through the fast-paced, high-stakes world of rap royalty. "EVERY CHANCE I GET" is a braggadocious anthem that showcases the rappers' rise from humble beginnings to opulence. The lyrics weave tales of overcoming adversity, achieving wealth, and maintaining authenticity amidst success. It's about seizing every opportunity, hence the title. The song is also peppered with references to their lavish lifestyles - expensive watches, luxury cars, designer clothes - but these are not just symbols of wealth; they're badges of survival and triumph in a world that often counted them out. So next time you listen, remember: it's not just about the bling; it's about the journey to get there. #RagsToRiches #TriumphOverAdversity
EVERY CHANCE I GET
Lyrics
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DJ Khaled
Scratched a million off my checklist three years ago
Add two zeros to the one, I'm in a different mode
This my life, do what I want, I be with different hoes
You know the pick and roll, I picked her up and sent her home
I got rich off strong, we get 'em in and get 'em gone
You know Trappy just got out, I ain't have to put him on
We them ones who got the numbers, who put the city on
It's the middle of the summer, I got a hoodie on
My demon time ain't nothin' nice
I try not to wear nothin' twice
I came up off of shootin' dice, yeah
My lil' brother ain't livin' right
My sis' and 'em doin' aight
My cuz and 'em still servin' life, yeah
Seen a robber rob a deacon
I seen a preacher get caught for cheatin'
I'll break the bank for one of my people
I said, "I'm the one," they didn't me believe me
I show 'em the facts, now they all need me
I'ma get cake as long as I'm breathin'
They makin' it hard, this shit really easy, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma turn up on a hater every chance that I get
I want the biggest watch that they got, don't care if that shit hurt my wrist
All these hoes fuck on us all, I wish I would claim that bitch
They get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticks
Soon as they say we can't come, you know we'll run around that bitch
You can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes)
You know I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes)
Yeah, she think I'm a regular rapper, I'm not
One person come tell me we fuckin', you blocked
Watch me run this shit to the tippity-top, yeah (keep goin')
Put my kids in Givenchy
She must think one plus one is three
I can't support you personally
She don't got a mortgage, moved in with her niece
These niggas be cappin', them cars be leased
Youngest in charge, I speak for the streets
I was noddin' off, they woke up a beast
Struggle what made me, we used to have water for dinner
We didn't have nothin' to eat
Soon as I get on his ass, they gon' look at me bad
Like, "Damn, he was fuckin' with me," yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma turn up on a hater every chance that I get
I want the biggest watch that they got, I don't care if that shit hurt my wrist
All these hoes fuck on us all, I wish I would claim that bitch
They get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticks
Soon as they say we can't come, you know we'll run 'round that bitch
You can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes)
You know I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes)
I'm from the trenches
Niggas be tough on the 'net, but really be there for attention
Well, bitches be talkin' like they really rich
But really be beggin' me under my pictures
I'll give her forty, fifty thousand cash to start up a business
I'll spend that shit at the dentist
I'd rather fuck her and pay up her rent for a year just to get out of her feelings
I'm in the Lambo' truck in my hood, nobody gon' tell me shit
Goin' to Cali, I pick up my weed for sure, nobody gon' mail me shit
Dice game, Craps and Cee-Lo, I need cash, don't sell me shit
Baby got his hood on smash and you can tell they really rich
Drop the lo', ain't no room right now, I took her to the O
Then I pulled up on the Lam' 'cause she a fan of Boonie Moe
I got the city on lock, uh, fuckin' up all the opps
I be around with three million dollars in jewelry, I'm standin' on all the blocks
This the anthem, mm-hmm
Droppin' the six in the Fanta, mmm
Black Rolls truck with the all-white seats
Remind me of sittin' on Panda, mmm
I love my cousin, she was a dancer
I love my brother, he was a scammer
Sittin' on my lap 'cause I'm pullin' her tracks
And I fuck from the back 'cause she callin' me handsome (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma turn up on a hater every chance that I get
I want the biggest watch that they got, don't care if that shit hurt my wrist
All these hoes fuck on us all, I wish I would claim that bitch
They get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticks
Soon as they say we can't come, you know we'll run 'round that bitch
You can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes)
You know I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes)
We The Best Music
Another one
Writer(s): Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Dominique Jones, Durk Banks, Khaled Mohammaed Khaled
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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