Headcrack

[Verse 1] Yo Life's a gamble, bitches blowin’ on my shakers, hope I headcrack I'll beat your loose deuce and take your paper, lemme get that Fuck a setback, I'm all about the forward motion Drop a four on the floor, I’m lit off the Henny or the Mo' potion Fuck broke, I stay holdin', you X-rollin' My chain golden, been a slick finesser since train tokens My game potent, left your dame open Got hoes from here to Hoboken Me take a loss? You bozos hopin' I'm top rank, stop, think, when the dice drop Crack a nice knot Your head cold like the ice rock His slaves got four to the Tracey, my luck amaze me See my palm on the 80 'cause losers be actin' shady Bettin’ Grants with the cee-lo champs You know the steelo, paper with eagles I made off of trade that’s illegal [Chorus] Headcrack, packin' the paper, stackin’s the motive My glow golden, you either holdin' or your pockets broken Life's a gamble, roll a dice, you come up or you lose You either starve or bust a move, what the fuck you choose? [Post-Chorus Samples: Nas & Jay-Z] Either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs Either on the corner bettin’ Grants with the cee-lo champs Niggas thought they deuce was live, then I hit 'em with trips And I reached down for their money, pa, forget about this [Verse 2] Ayo, my mind's locked on clockin' a grip, that's what it be like Mad niggas failin', caught Ls over three dice Niggas'll let you in and stick you up in the end Rock you to sleep, grimy niggas pretend, know what you in Never gamble high stakes with snakes, you know the rules I only drop paper with niggas that's in my crew We bettin' C-notes, whatever's on the floor is a bet I took a couple losses, made my money back, then I jet Niggas is gamblin' the money that they owe the connect Then fuckin' up the re-up, now you broke and in debt, stupid We takin' risks like we in Vegas, be with major players Need hundred bottle layers, I'm more than just a rhyme sayer [Chorus] Headcrack, packin' the paper, stackin's the motive My glow golden, you either holdin' or your pockets broken Life's a gamble, roll a dice, you come up or you lose You either starve or bust a move, what the fuck you choose? [Post-Chorus Samples: Nas & Jay-Z] Either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs Either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs Niggas thought they deuce was live, then I hit 'em with trips And I reached down for their money, pa, forget about this