[Flame] 🔥 Quadeca - No Chance Lyrics
[Intro]
Dee B got that heat
Yeah
[Verse]
My past music’s kinda old, and the album’s stale (Stale)
Now the way I do, it’s magic, like it’s Dragon Tales
Now I got this shit locked down, it can’t have no bail (Nah)
They sayin’, “Free Tay-K”, I’ma send ’em back to jail (Get back to jail, bitch, yeah!)
I be writin’ letters, like I’m Abigail (Abi-)
This shit’s historical, I’m scorin’ goals like Gareth Bale (Gareth!)
Yeah, my shit’s so fire for free, I do not need to have no sale, yeah (Nope!)
I make my bars and my basses so fat that they crack the scale, yeah (They crackin’-they crackin’ the scale)
They try to stereotype me, but I ain’t no average male (No average male)
I got asthma, but I can spit thirty-two with just a half inhale (*gasp*)
Listenin’ to my music, all the newbies, they askin’ what that entails (Uh…)
Well, bitch, I ain’t gonna rat myself out, man, I ain’t been no tattletale, yeah (No snitch!)
I just keep snappin’ like Pop Rocks, I’m a sous chef, ’cause I got chops
I will keep making ambiguous statements to brag, ’cause what else do I talk on? (Who am I?)
I can’t party anymore, I’m too stressed, so please do not invite me, better get a new guest
Say I do it for attention, and I tell ’em, “Who guessed?”
“Who’s next? So you’re tryna to do this? It’s a huge mess
Damn! I got this time on my hand
Tryna make sure that I get it on camera (“I’m recording”)
‘Cause when I can’t post it all up
Then I start apologizin’, like Canada (“I’m sorry!”)
Damn, I been feelin’ like the man
I think everybody says that I’m a scam (Goddamn!) (Yeah)
‘Cause they loggin’ on, seein’ all the fans
“No way that he did that, no chance!” (No chance!)
No, no
[Chorus 1]
No chance
I’ma just do my dance (Damn!)
Check the stats
Everybody trapped in a trance
No chance
Somebody get they mans, please (Get they mans)
Can’t understand me
I’m just bein’ who you can’t be (Nah!)
[Bridge]
Who would’a, who would’a thought (Yeah)
That Quadeca woulda moved to the top? Yeah (Said, who would’a thought?)
Who would’a, who would’a thought?
Now I been doin’ a lot, damn (Said, who woulda thought, bitch?)
[Chorus 2]
No chance
I might just fly out to France (Damn!)
Girl in the UK
Keep asking me to make plans
I guess I can
I guess I’ll do what I can
I’m the guy
Lookin’ at me like, “No chance”, yeah
[Outro]
No chance
Yeah, there’s no chance, bitch