Roll the Dice

I'm here for a good time
Not a long time shit I roll the dice
Keep this shit 100 I'm repping me
Stay true to myself yes indeed

Do what I want like I'm the master
Fucking shawty from the back she likes it faster
Hustling all this bread working all These five too twos
YouTube wasn't working hardly Getting any of the views

I'm Seeing shit in 2d this isn't 3d
Like I'm being played Pac-Man at An arcade
Think I got it fucking made always Getting betrayed
Thought this was a family but Shits just a calamity

I'm losing my insanity
Excuse my fucking profanity
These walls are moving, my mind Is improving I feel like I'm the Fucking king
They don't know the shit I bring
Takin time for adjusting
But these shrooms be fucking Bussin

Shits ashed, start a new bowl pack
Weeds in the back zipper of my Backpack
Kickback relax let me hear this Feedback
Coming for a comeback these Haters a bunch of scum bags

Rolling the dice its what I do
I've been through so much shit I Ain't got nothin to prove
I do this as a hobby this ain't my Twelve too nine
And if you tell me a lie I can't Promise that'll I'll be fine

Shit
I roll the dice
I done fucked your bitch yuh
Now she's mine
She done tried to switch up on me Twice
But I don't fuck with no bitch More than one time time

Always down for a fun time time
I get payed per second gotta check The runtime
Never finish second when I cross The finish line line

Jumping into those dms Geronimo
Walls of mine keep on falling Down domino
I give my trust always, In return so It can break
I don't know how much longer I Can go or how much I can take

Rolling the dice its what I do
I've been through so much shit I Ain't got nothin to prove
I do this as a hobby this ain't my Twelve too nine
And if you tell me a lie I can't Promise that'll I'll be fine

Eyes red I need myself some visine
All these drugs in my blood like Shits is an iv
You can't capture this shit on Camera nah you ain't seen what I've seen
The drugs turn me into a monster
Yea they turn me into a fiene

Rolling the dice its what I do
I've been through so much shit I Ain't got nothin to prove
I do this as a hobby this ain't my Twelve too nine
And if you tell me a lie I can't Promise that'll I'll be fine

I'm sorry I know I'm not too Perfection
I've took time to look into my Reflection
Spent months in my own solitary confinement
No excitement my mind was silent

Locked up in my room yea I did My crime
Yea I already served my fucking Time
So here I am still rolling the dice
I guess I'm blind just like those Three mice

Take what yours it's yours to keep
All that old shit is under the rug its Still there buts it's sweeped
I make jumps, big hurdles, Yea I Make big leaps
That hole is no longer endless yea It's not so deep



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Writer(s): Ryan Lamm
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