Hot Dice

Oh my God, that boy the hottest, what they sayin' to me
Life's a gamble, roll the dice, don't be afraid to shoot no crap
Take a risk, scary, money ain't gon' make you none
Quit all that actin' soft and actin' like a nigga, did you somethin'

I'm takin' what you owe me every time because I come from nothin
Trampoline my records, that's what got them speakers jumpin
I was fiendin' for a happy home, now I'm tellin' stories about my life inside this microphone
It's comin' out like this because I feel it, I don't write no more

Remember JoSin bad with all the homies down the road
Situations turnin' bad, they said they would, but they didn't roll
All that fakin' in my face, I guess it finally took a toll
Make a nigga pay his Pike Pass

Hit it shorty on the book and tell her sign up for that night class
Three-five up in my wood that I might not pass
To the face, like my problems when I'm alone in empty space
Wasnt no nigga in my corner tryna help me stack the pape

I was helpless, prayed to God, but he ain't come down with no cape
Threw a mustard seed and told me, nigga, walk throughout your faith
Forgive the broke, cause niggas always fiendin' for slices out the cake they ain't baked, I don't owe you nothing

Oh my God, that boy the hottest, what they sayin' to me
Life's a gamble, roll the dice, don't be afraid to shoot no crap
Take a risk, scary, money ain't gon' make you none
Quit all that actin' soft and actin' like a nigga, did you somethin'

I'm takin' what you owe me every time because I come from nothin
Trampoline my records, that's what got them speakers jumpin
I was fiendin' for a happy home
Now I'm tellin' stories about my life inside this microphone

It's comin' out like this because I feel it, I don't write no more



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Writer(s): J Evitt
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