Bet On Me
Yo
Give me the mic so I can spit it off the head again
I'm still a renegade and sicker from the medicine
Forget the ones who said I've never been a veteran
I'm everywhere you never been and better than I ever been
No sweat, gotta kick back
Fitted hat to the back with a six pack
A big sack and the mic booth pitch black
Elevated so you know I spit a sick rap
Boom bap with the beats to kick
You know i gotta eat got a feast to get
The only type of true crime we commit
Spoke in Wordz kill a verse but he needs to quit
Can't stop cuz it won't stop
Stay afloat til the flow drop
Same street but a road block
While the haters still suck like a blow pop
No bars
Free flow
Don't quit
Gotta G.O.
Fangs out
Beast mode
Full clip
Reload
Kill em and get 'em into another type a mind state
The villain is in him and now I gotta raise the crime rate
Fill em with venom and then I flip into a primate
(Fill em with venom and then I flip into a primate)
Wait - call on me
I see the competition but it's R.I.P.
The only thing I feel G.O.O.D.
I'm all in bet it all on me
Bet on me I make a million
Better than I ever been
Bet on me I make a million
Bet on me
I'm from the Midwest, Denver Colorado
Got the north side on my chest
Standing outside with a blunt and a bottle
Everybody knows that I'm blessed
I show up bitch I'm a pro to the test
Keep my enemies on they toes like a centipede
Hoe you're a guest
I got a flow but you gotta know I'm a mess
I got a chrome but you got a home no address
Bitch ass with a phone and a dress
Better watch your tone I'm intense
Should've known I'm a killer when I'm in a zone
Sinner, but I loathe in my flesh
Will I be alone? I don't wanna know
Cuz of it's a no I'm a yes
Got a bunch of hot rounds mother fucker
Domino's I am fresh
I'm a toast to the sesh
You gotta let 'em go just to let 'em know who the best
This a battle cry, you don't wanna die
Better pick a side mother fucker
You don't wanna ride you a sucka
You don't wanna die better pick a side mother fucker
Cuz I'm the mark of the beast (hey)
I'm the heart to the beat
Even with my shoes off I am hard to defeat
When I'm spittin bars only makes it hard to compete
You get ripped apart guess you really are what you eat
Sitting at the bar with a drink
I know what you are
You are not hard cuz you're weak
Wanna be a 'Pac now you're just chalk in the street
Bet on me I make a million
Better than ever looking at me like a chameleon
A veteran never will ever see like a civilian
Just settling in not really ready to make a zillions
Bet on me I make a million
Better than I ever been
Bet on me I make a million
Bet on me
I can bet all of the riches that I ever had
If it wasn't for chasing paper you wouldn't be so sad
If you thought you had a problem I'ma double what you had
Haters thought they had an option now they crawling like a crab
Bitch please better bet on me
At the poker table or the L.A.B.
Give a fuck about a hater try to tell on me
Catch him chillin wit a bad lil B.A.D.
You'z a sucka and you mad tryna hate on we
Smoking Colorado weed but I stay low key
It's another type of fad, but it's still OG
Comin' from the 307 to the 303
One two when I come thru
Three fo with the free flow
Put it down for the people planting seeds
Letting all the weed grow
Why u looking through the peep hole
While I'm trying to shoot a free throw (swish)
I'm just chillin' with my people, yo
I'm just chillin' with my people
Bet on me I make a million
Better than I ever been
Bet on me I make a million
Bet on me
Give me the mic so I can spit it off the head again
I'm still a renegade and sicker from the medicine
Forget the ones who said I've never been a veteran
I'm everywhere you never been and better than I ever been
No sweat, gotta kick back
Fitted hat to the back with a six pack
A big sack and the mic booth pitch black
Elevated so you know I spit a sick rap
Boom bap with the beats to kick
You know i gotta eat got a feast to get
The only type of true crime we commit
Spoke in Wordz kill a verse but he needs to quit
Can't stop cuz it won't stop
Stay afloat til the flow drop
Same street but a road block
While the haters still suck like a blow pop
No bars
Free flow
Don't quit
Gotta G.O.
Fangs out
Beast mode
Full clip
Reload
Kill em and get 'em into another type a mind state
The villain is in him and now I gotta raise the crime rate
Fill em with venom and then I flip into a primate
(Fill em with venom and then I flip into a primate)
Wait - call on me
I see the competition but it's R.I.P.
The only thing I feel G.O.O.D.
I'm all in bet it all on me
Bet on me I make a million
Better than I ever been
Bet on me I make a million
Bet on me
I'm from the Midwest, Denver Colorado
Got the north side on my chest
Standing outside with a blunt and a bottle
Everybody knows that I'm blessed
I show up bitch I'm a pro to the test
Keep my enemies on they toes like a centipede
Hoe you're a guest
I got a flow but you gotta know I'm a mess
I got a chrome but you got a home no address
Bitch ass with a phone and a dress
Better watch your tone I'm intense
Should've known I'm a killer when I'm in a zone
Sinner, but I loathe in my flesh
Will I be alone? I don't wanna know
Cuz of it's a no I'm a yes
Got a bunch of hot rounds mother fucker
Domino's I am fresh
I'm a toast to the sesh
You gotta let 'em go just to let 'em know who the best
This a battle cry, you don't wanna die
Better pick a side mother fucker
You don't wanna ride you a sucka
You don't wanna die better pick a side mother fucker
Cuz I'm the mark of the beast (hey)
I'm the heart to the beat
Even with my shoes off I am hard to defeat
When I'm spittin bars only makes it hard to compete
You get ripped apart guess you really are what you eat
Sitting at the bar with a drink
I know what you are
You are not hard cuz you're weak
Wanna be a 'Pac now you're just chalk in the street
Bet on me I make a million
Better than ever looking at me like a chameleon
A veteran never will ever see like a civilian
Just settling in not really ready to make a zillions
Bet on me I make a million
Better than I ever been
Bet on me I make a million
Bet on me
I can bet all of the riches that I ever had
If it wasn't for chasing paper you wouldn't be so sad
If you thought you had a problem I'ma double what you had
Haters thought they had an option now they crawling like a crab
Bitch please better bet on me
At the poker table or the L.A.B.
Give a fuck about a hater try to tell on me
Catch him chillin wit a bad lil B.A.D.
You'z a sucka and you mad tryna hate on we
Smoking Colorado weed but I stay low key
It's another type of fad, but it's still OG
Comin' from the 307 to the 303
One two when I come thru
Three fo with the free flow
Put it down for the people planting seeds
Letting all the weed grow
Why u looking through the peep hole
While I'm trying to shoot a free throw (swish)
I'm just chillin' with my people, yo
I'm just chillin' with my people
Bet on me I make a million
Better than I ever been
Bet on me I make a million
Bet on me
Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Armijo
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