Big Chris - 77072

Double park when I park it jumping fresh out the Benz
I can see all the hate through these designer Lens
I got homies turned enemies thought they would ride til the end
Throw dirt all on my name some how they still they wanna pretend
I keep my vision tunneled now I'm seeing Benjamin's
My gift and the curse I'm sinning just to win
I took my pain and mixed it with my passion and came out a champ
I am my brothers keeper, I ride for the camp

We took chances over and over again
When you born at the bottom your option to win
Trying to make it out the hood with a few good men
Turn nothing into something and do it all over again
We took them chances over and over and over again
When you born at the bottom your option to win
Trying to make it out the hood with a few good men
Turn nothing into something, then we do it again

Taking chances to make it out that's a hell of a game
Risk it all for one shot hoping they know name
Feeling like I'm MJ when he won his sixth rang
Swear I just want this money they can keep the fucking fame
When you go through some real shit you'll find out who you are
Become one with yourself Like Kareem Abdul Jabbar
You try to make it out, spread your wings and you soar
When you poor with big dreams then you gotta reach for the stars

We took chances over and over again
When you born at the bottom your option to win
Trying to make it out the hood with a few good men
Turn nothing into something and do it all over again
We took them chances over and over and over again
When you born at the bottom your option to win
Trying to make it out the hood with a few good men
Turn nothing into something, then we do it again

Written by:
Chimezie Asumnu

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