No Chance - Quadeca

Yeah

My past music’s kinda old and the album’s 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

They sayin' free Tay-K

Imma send 'em back to jail

(Get back to jail!)

I be writin' letters like I’m Abigail

This shit’s historical

I’m scorin' goals like Gareth Bale

Yeah my shit’s so fire for (fear/free?)

I do not need to have no sale (No)

Yeah

I make my bars and my basses so fat that they crack the scale

Yeah

They try to stereotype me but I ain’t no average male

I got asthma but I can spit 32 with just a half inhale

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 tattle tale

(Snitch!)

Yeah

I just keep snappin' like pop rocks

I’m a sushi chef cause I got chops

I will keep makin' 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

But I tell 'em «Who guessed?»

Who’s next?

So you’re trying to do this

It’s a huge mess

(Damn)

I got this

Tryin' to make sure that I get it on camera

(I'm recording)

Because when I can’t post it all up

I start apologizin' on camera

(I'm sorry!)

Damn I feel like the man

But I think everybody says that I’m a scam

Cause they loggin' on, seein' all the fans

No way he did that

No chance

No chance

Imma just do my dance

To the sass

Everybody tryna do the trance

No chance

Somebody get they mans, please

Cannot stand me

I’m just bein who you can’t be

Who woulda, who woulda thought

Quadeca would move to the top?

Who woulda, who woulda thought

Now I been doin' a lot?

Damn

No chance

I might just fly to France

Girl in the UK keep askin' me to make plans

I guess I can

I guess I’ll do what I can

I’m a god

Lookin' at me like no chance

No chance bitch