Double Or Nothing

[Verse 1: B.o.B]

They say the good die young

I guess I’ll be here forever

A step away from the edge

And the edge is closer than ever

Skeletons in my closet

I’ll never live to regret them

So if you looking for mercy

You came in the wrong direction

I came from a different league

Bred from a different breed

Vengeance and demolition is mixed and twisted with greed

Oh, the irony of a bleeding heart while it beats

‘Cause in the heart of the city

The blood is shed in the streets

[Verse 2: Big Boi]

Shed in the streets, my semi-autos geek to the beat

And I’m gone skip to the loo, my darling

No surrender, never retreat

I’m never gonna see the light at the end of the tunnel

Only darkness, it’s just me guarding a heartless partner

Bull’s eyein' targets

So fuck the devil’s cartel, cause I’m just slitting throats

Just like a table full of spades players

We taking out the joker – ers

Got explosives and their big ole bag of guns

‘Cause it’s faster and more furious when I'm done, run!

[Hook]

It’s double or nothing

They’re firing from the dark

The dark (the dark)

The dark (the dark)

They’re firing from the dark

It’s double or nothing

They tryina go to war

Now see we creepin' tight

We keep it in the coleslaw, boy

[Verse 3: B.o.B]

Fact, I look like slipping

Not a chance, man

Got triggers on the clock

Bitch it’s hammer time

On the part of the map where anything can happen

You either end up strapping

Or end up pushing dandelion

So call an ambulance

Uh, I paint a picture that cameras can’t

I got ammo for your entertainment, change the channel, champ

‘Cause if we have to turn it up we got ample amps

[Verse 4: Big Boi]

Yeah, and the cattle ranch with the beef lovers

We brothers don’t take no shit

Like septic tanks and toilet seat covers

Meat lovers but only chicken and sea food

Stay feeding on bottom feeders ’cause they B-food, I’m hungry

Matter of fact I think I’m starving, it’s the army

But never lonely, army of two, me and my homie B.o.B-bing

Weaving, it’s the killing season

We leave them partly breathing

So bring the extraction team and ghost

[Hook]

[Verse 5: B.o.B]

The heat of the summit, the height of the storm

The belly of the beast, the stomach, the fires are warm

The higher the prices, the higher the warning

Couldn’t dodge them bullets if you hired a army

Whenever a soldier dies, a fighter is born

I used to think this type of lifestyle was the bomb

Until that wire went on me

I never grabbed a gun until they fired one on me

It’s nothing like surviving a gauntlet

[Verse 6: Big Boi]

Survival of the fittest and boy, you’ll fit to lead

I make you bleed your own blood, visit emergency

Room, they send you straight out to the morgue

So you lay down in that bag where you eternally snore

You see the fat lady done sung that song

Like a change gone come, ’cause boy you headed to the funeral home

And now the only way you’re coming back

Is if you reset the game, consoled and that’s whack

[Hook]