Chance Fischer - The Intent lyrics

rate me

Hold up,

Pop another bottle for your sorrows

Pop another bottle for a model

Pop another bottle for bravado

And everything it took,

To hop about the pad and see tomorrow

Bravo, cleyo said it’s real niggas on the rising

The way I see it, I don’t even swallow pride so

When they try to treat me like a field nigga

I feel a blast at a dollar sign, no borrowed time

Had that money to my daylight savings

Had the grab but I hit the brakes lights waiting

For a chance to take above the speed limit

Except the fans get the ticket for the pace I’m taking

Gather round, it’s another celebration

For a hateful nigga with a stellar presentation

Shooting for the stars like I’m sagitarius

What’s hilarious, these niggas really think I’m won’t make it

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Put your hands to the ceiling, my plan steady building

Screaming homicide, cause we fin to make a killin

I said we fin to make a killin,

And ain’t nobody here, fin to tell a nigga different

I’m tryina keep the drive con till I’m empty

And if I die tomorrow man I hope that destin dizz me

Do the eulogy, and then call up Andrew burigo

So he can write the epitaph of fellow major leaguer

...nah, I ain’t tryina be morbid

But know that some bad niggas be orbiting

Galaxy phones tryina empty out my wallet

And make me drop the ball like I’m brady out the pocket but

Back to the present man, we’re making it clear

Ain’t another nigga reachin where we take it this year

To these new jack niggas, I’ma beat start level

Make the green talk like Louis shopper horus of a treble

But I ain’t see more, you niggas too busy dressin

You should done see more

But everything that be spoke out my mouth like salvo row

I’m tell it to the beats, take a seat or take the flow, nigga

[Hook] x 2

Put your hands to the ceiling, my plan steady building

Screaming homicide, cause we fin to make a killin

I said we fin to make a killin,

And ain’t nobody here, fin to tell a nigga different

And I wrestle with these thoughts to make sure they all pair

Don’t even need a ...cause either way I’m gonna win

See it’s funny how this writing changed the world I live in

Went from dreams to getting shot, to an ivy league dent

From 2 eassays, I ain’t talkin bout a Mexican I mean the words for acceptance

To that college resume,

Low braid eye nigga, from the west and the rich man

Where niggas used to hang bout tradition

The first sentence I crafted, changed my position

Modern reefer had to write ends from the beginning

In the end it helped me fly, little more liberal

Brand new world, I’m a little more lyrical

Near death experience, is little more spiritual

Sphere influence, success is more critical

I’m pen and paper chasing my whole life

And it flash before my life when I hold mikes

[Hook] x 2

Put your hands to the ceiling, my plan steady building

Screaming homicide, cause we fin to make a killin

I said we fin to make a killin,

And ain’t nobody here, fin to tell a nigga different.