Текст песни Chance To Explain

(Verse 1)
(Cyhi)
The underdog (cyhi)
Let me say this b4 the song start
Don't ever let nobody tell you how to draw your own art
follow your own heart
cause they don't put no poetry or no grocery in ya buggies tell em you push your own cart
N****s say they a dog but when its time to fight n****s wouldn't pick up a paw
let alone bark almost at a stone smart
so i read n****s like poems in the form of a lame till the chrome spark
they wont learn until they neck and they dome part
from a tone dart how these yellow stones part
if i ever made a million man i'd have my own march
hit the club and make it rain like i own harp
drinkin spadez at the top of the trump towers
no baby mama only seeds i got is sunflowers
take a shower for like one hour
they trailbalzin come up forward power like juwan howard
Bring pain to you dumb cowards
no coke my killas addicted to gun powder
niggas die off of one glower
they girls spoil me though so i can see how they become sour
can you believe they tried to put me in the slow class
but im so fast gettin this show cash
mr. reita and walked the hallways wit no pass
brought my literature down to a science plus i know math
(Chorus)
So can you give me a chance to explain
why i got this much game
why i say i never change
for the hoes the money or the fame
So can you give me a chance to explain
why i came the way i came
why i think this whole industry is lame
and why every song i write is for ya pain
(Verse 2)
So here's my testimony I lost the best of homies
The only girl I'd ever thought had loved me left me lonely
But everything come wit bread except bologna
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I wish you never known me ya n****s forever phony
Aint nothing but a joke so I let em joan me
They'd rather hate then give me props
The industry is like a revolver you aint got that many shots
So shot for the moon
Or keep a pistol in your fruit of the loom
Give you the scoop from a spoon
I didn't up and call myself prince b*tch I was groomed
Then we zoomed from the coupe to the room
Then watch a butterfly bloom in my cacoon
Layin in the dooms left her wit a zilla goons
Then resume with my baboons sellin prune to ya bafoons
Im not a coon bada bing bada boom
Im on the green not a bean not a shroom
My day will come soon
Let my reign at the top be longer then monsoons
(Chorus)
So could you give me a chance to explain
Sir Charles ,Master young
(Verse 3)
Allow me to clarify why my music will never die
cause im seasoned like a checkers fry
Black panther pride
you niggas Julius peppers chi
scared to say how you feel so u rather lie
you got to tell the truth when you testify
I do this for the dude that you left deprived
Don't jeopardize your life tryna get a better ride
Let that cheddar slide plus the streets is desert dry
Don't measure my success by the records I
Sell But by the people that I met when I was doin shows I stand alone like the letter I
Live in the sky I am feather fly
Bubba kush got me double decker high
Virtually insane I am jamiroquai
So recognize you couldn't see me with the naked eye
Split personality like Jekyll Hyde
Greg street bought me this iced out bezzled watch
Smoking barney while me and my rebels ride
So in my pants is the thang for a reason
If you give me a chance to explain