[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 (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 can do 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 woulda, who woulda thought (Yeah)

That Quadeca woulda moved to the top? Yeah (Said, who woulda thought?)

Who woulda, who woulda 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