Beautiful, huh Man, I used to gamble with my life every day Shit, I almost crapped out a couple times, too Shit, I even gambled chasin' this rap shit Now if you ask me, "Ran, how many Ms you worth? " Hm, about four, five, six Heh, four, five, six
Take a risk Life is a gamble, you play or miss You bet everything on yourself, nothin' else And just pray you hit You save your chips and you can end up being mediocre Light your spliffs, life's a bitch, but you don't need to poke her I doubled down, they laughed at me, I don't need them jokers I don't see them vultures Talkin' like thеy high rollers, ain't even lеave the sofa I was a king before twenty-one Twenty-two came quickly and swiftly got busted Soon as the judge hit me 'Magine that? I was defending you when I grabbed the strap "Why'd you fold? " Nigga done told, so I couldn't back a rat Was dealt a bad hand, that's a fact Couldn't see no future dealin' a bag of crack So a nigga just had to rap Niggas rollin' with me was glad to crap Me, I'd rather stack Rules let you play scared, so a nigga had to black Back-to-back, shoot for the stars and aim for a platinum plaque They all protectin' they slots, 'cause I'm what these rappers lack You play it wrong and you could lose it all But you gotta shoot to score, no matter what or who's involved Even when you knew you lost, you had to show 'em who's the boss Never let 'em see you sweat, roll and take the deepest breath Is it life or either death? Feelin' like you need a rest Heart beatin' through your chest, should've never blew that check Now we all pissed off - stuck up in this pit, boss Kinda like our daddies was - tryna get these chips off Standin' on the old block, I need this shit to lift off We just tryna make it jump, don't ever get it criss-cross Gambled with your life, you knew the price and what that shit cost Handlin' the dice, I cee-lo twice, and then I dip off
Compositores: Randy Jay Nicholls, Bernard B. Woodside ECAD: Obra #35335021