gamble

(look we gonna take that 300 thou and we gonna buy 30 keys of coke, the best shit in town, rocks and lumps as big as marbles, no cut), j.a, was in the rich on eastern boul, soft leather, diadoras, and the fila velours, ice limbs, true coat with the acid wash arms, was little kids movin' rock, now we paid to perform, we nod in class, just gassed from raisin' my arm, i fall asleep in class cause i can't wait till i'm on, i feel like i've been here forever cause the road was so long, and get trapped with my hammer sent to bring people harm, damn, nose full of clam, no sleep till the dawn, for real forget about the j if you'll just weep when i'm gone, i'll need no retaliatin' on these fake niggas' hood, remember walk a nigga out to put your face in the drugs, still chalk a nigga out after i fed him the one, i'm probably fucked already, still i try to pray for my young, in the field, wit not a place you should come, we takin' chances, no romancin', never marry ya love, this shit a gamble 7-11 ima roll the dice, if i had to do it over i would do the same twice, my nigga got into a shoot out last night, that wasn't the first time the thirty clip saved his life, now when you die funky you leave family that pay the price, they comin' through the slums with katers in the middle of the night, we land sharks turned up off great white, they mobbin' like jack they ain't tryna be like mice, stuck in the trap pushin' smack till the day like gamblin', don't tell me how to fuckin' live my life, i don't do this shit for fun, i'm makin' sure my sons alright, battle with my demons all the time it's a daily fight