Gamble
See me solo twist stinks, stones on the pink
Mink from your hoe
I could give a fuck what a simp thinks
It's a bigger problem if my whip stinks
Tryna break my hustle but this shit brinks
I can't fall, can't slip on some dummy shit
I gotta hold myself together like a money clip
The grind can't stop like a honey drip, shit
Regal need a bitch I can get money with
80 got another Rollie
Gotta cath up
Lowkey, in the Rav truck
Tryna stack up
Act up, ain't no after, my talk backed up
Packed up pounds, paper counted like pastors
Sometimes I wake up in the morning like "Fuck rap"
Keep my hands cool but them dudes, they tuck gats
I'm praying for you fools who gut sacks
Everything I lose, I get back
I'm finding new ways
Can't be doing hand to hand
It ends in two ways
Both fucking up the plan
Smoking plants, lounging, long way from back then
Bags of sand or Pakistan in my black Stans
I bag 10 before 9
Move it by 8
Never had a problem pulling my weight
Put something on the board, we're playing for checks mate
I'm seeing through moves like X-Rays
Willie Mays with the base, I gotta ball
Do I got a case on waist?
Defy the odds
Had to place the cake in 9 safes, divide it all
I was at the lake, getting baked
Deny it all
Regal can't stall, seeing small was never part of it
I'm moving bars and I'm staying true to the art of it
I need a yard full of cars, '88 big body black
If 80's on the beat, quick body bag
Mink from your hoe
I could give a fuck what a simp thinks
It's a bigger problem if my whip stinks
Tryna break my hustle but this shit brinks
I can't fall, can't slip on some dummy shit
I gotta hold myself together like a money clip
The grind can't stop like a honey drip, shit
Regal need a bitch I can get money with
80 got another Rollie
Gotta cath up
Lowkey, in the Rav truck
Tryna stack up
Act up, ain't no after, my talk backed up
Packed up pounds, paper counted like pastors
Sometimes I wake up in the morning like "Fuck rap"
Keep my hands cool but them dudes, they tuck gats
I'm praying for you fools who gut sacks
Everything I lose, I get back
I'm finding new ways
Can't be doing hand to hand
It ends in two ways
Both fucking up the plan
Smoking plants, lounging, long way from back then
Bags of sand or Pakistan in my black Stans
I bag 10 before 9
Move it by 8
Never had a problem pulling my weight
Put something on the board, we're playing for checks mate
I'm seeing through moves like X-Rays
Willie Mays with the base, I gotta ball
Do I got a case on waist?
Defy the odds
Had to place the cake in 9 safes, divide it all
I was at the lake, getting baked
Deny it all
Regal can't stall, seeing small was never part of it
I'm moving bars and I'm staying true to the art of it
I need a yard full of cars, '88 big body black
If 80's on the beat, quick body bag
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Writer(s): Vincent Morissette
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