DiceRoll (feat. DO, The Outcast)
Eats some beats until I'm bloated
I'm still floating
Bitch, I'm goated
I decoded systems of control
Best is yet to come
It's still loading
And so we rollin' more
I ain't redesign the room just to close the door
They still busting out the cap
That's how the selling soda go
I'm not the sorta guy to tell em the typa guy that I am
I'd rather-
Wait (wait, wait)
Oh, the irony
Wrinkles in ya clothing come accustom with the tyranny
Never getting used to sound of hearing all them sirens ring
When we yelling victory
What are we acquiring? (ring, ring)
Okay, life what you decide it is
Do you know what side you on?
Dancing with the devil
My footwork is like Olajuwon
Disgusted by the lies that they relying on
Is that the hill you really dying on?
I done put my life in a dice roll, yeah
Walking on this line, it's a tightrope, yeah
Ducking through the traffic 'cause they might scope ya, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay
I done put some weed in a nice roll, yeah
I just mixed my drink with some ice cold, yeah
What it is that we really fight for, yeah
Yeah, yeah, okay
I done put my life is these bars
Corny ass rapper, insert
I'm just playin'
Bet a nigga pave the way like the Wizard of Oz
Flow Eldorado with a cane
Not dollar to my name but I'm shining
Silver lining
Anti-social
If I can't recognize, you getting duffied out the Volvo
I mean a Honda
Give a fuck, get behind her
Just like conga
And beat her breaks, where you find her
Himmy with the left hand, really I'm just Stoudemire
Play me for a big man
You was just an underliner
Stuck between a cliff hang
Diving in these murky waters
Aim and then I click, bang
Pray he never see tomorrow
How I'm alone
Ghosts in the mirrors, see stars in the basement
Hole through my heater, move wrong get a face lift
Ghosts through the mirrors, see stars in the basement
Hole through my mirror, move wrong get a face lift
I done put my life in a dice roll, yeah
Walking on this line, it's a tightrope, yeah
Ducking through the traffic 'cause they might scope ya, yeah, yeah
Yeah, okay
I done put some weed in a nice roll, yeah
I just mixed my drink with some ice cold, yeah
What it is that we really fight for, yeah
Yeah, yeah, okay
I'm still floating
Bitch, I'm goated
I decoded systems of control
Best is yet to come
It's still loading
And so we rollin' more
I ain't redesign the room just to close the door
They still busting out the cap
That's how the selling soda go
I'm not the sorta guy to tell em the typa guy that I am
I'd rather-
Wait (wait, wait)
Oh, the irony
Wrinkles in ya clothing come accustom with the tyranny
Never getting used to sound of hearing all them sirens ring
When we yelling victory
What are we acquiring? (ring, ring)
Okay, life what you decide it is
Do you know what side you on?
Dancing with the devil
My footwork is like Olajuwon
Disgusted by the lies that they relying on
Is that the hill you really dying on?
I done put my life in a dice roll, yeah
Walking on this line, it's a tightrope, yeah
Ducking through the traffic 'cause they might scope ya, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay
I done put some weed in a nice roll, yeah
I just mixed my drink with some ice cold, yeah
What it is that we really fight for, yeah
Yeah, yeah, okay
I done put my life is these bars
Corny ass rapper, insert
I'm just playin'
Bet a nigga pave the way like the Wizard of Oz
Flow Eldorado with a cane
Not dollar to my name but I'm shining
Silver lining
Anti-social
If I can't recognize, you getting duffied out the Volvo
I mean a Honda
Give a fuck, get behind her
Just like conga
And beat her breaks, where you find her
Himmy with the left hand, really I'm just Stoudemire
Play me for a big man
You was just an underliner
Stuck between a cliff hang
Diving in these murky waters
Aim and then I click, bang
Pray he never see tomorrow
How I'm alone
Ghosts in the mirrors, see stars in the basement
Hole through my heater, move wrong get a face lift
Ghosts through the mirrors, see stars in the basement
Hole through my mirror, move wrong get a face lift
I done put my life in a dice roll, yeah
Walking on this line, it's a tightrope, yeah
Ducking through the traffic 'cause they might scope ya, yeah, yeah
Yeah, okay
I done put some weed in a nice roll, yeah
I just mixed my drink with some ice cold, yeah
What it is that we really fight for, yeah
Yeah, yeah, okay
Credits
Writer(s): Kurt Kanuck
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