No Dice

[Intro]

"There is a message in uh all of my music...

It's all about uhh... doin- people doing something else other than what they have done, because what they have done is the possible...  and the world the way it is today is results of the possible that they did..."

[Verse 1]

Today was like one of those days

When, all you thinkin' bout' is how to get paid

I throw the ivory while broke bitches die for me

Said he had crack but he lied to me

That's no dice, your footwork ain't nice

I'm fucking around in the dice game

Niggas think I'm soft 'cause they is in the rap game

And I don't answer when they hit me, niggas turn to sissies

Bitches clamin' that they miss me

Just the first steps of becoming a G

I used to ace out in the past though

Now before I roll, I rubbed it on Shorty ass yo

4, 5, 6, you niggas give up the cash slow

Chucky need the old Barkers and a fresh bag of the hydro

Son, you can't even fuck with that

When I was younger we do dice to stop the hunger [?]

Cause my nigga got a weapon and he fresh outta fucks

He ain't gotta untuck, I let the dice hit him up

[Chorus]

We been out gettin' dollars, so it's dirty round our collars

Thinking bout' now, nigga fuck tomorrow

Fuck slaving over grills, clockin' minimum wage

I stick my dick in these crates and straight leave with the pape

I been out gettin' dollars, so it's dirty round my collar

Thinking bout' now, nigga fuck tomorrow

Fuck slaving over grills, clockin' minimum wage

I stick my dick in these crates and straight leave with the pape

[Verse 2]

Brooklyn... 07' of God year

When Chuck Strangers finally made the soul reappear

You was crusin' in your Bentley, or your Bimmer, or your Jeep

We was ridin' in the Camry, bobbin' to the beat

Pop texts me a flick of us chillin' on his Honda

"Son if you blow up, keep this shit as a reminder"

I lace up my Nikes and I kiss my Cleopatra

'Cause only through love will, we become a factor

And lately I been going stupid

'Cause they don't see how I'm ruthless, like the Coop is

I'm ruthless like Easy, I'm thinkin' bout' Steezey

Thinking death hurts, I'm riding down [?]

Just leave it to the experts

Charles been in charge since the pre-paid psychic cards

When I was typin' on aim, I was soakin' up game, and

Now I'm in the cut with two Latinas you seen us seem like they specializing, pressurizing penis

She pull out the Regis

Too bad I don't ski bitch

Always knew I would be rich

From the day I walked on mom's floor, 64 and she slapped my shit

Now I'm cussin' in the phone 'cause they owe me bitch

[Chorus]

We went out gettin' dollars, so it's dirty round our collars

Thinking bout' now, nigga fuck tomorrow

Fuck slaving over grills, clockin' minimum wage

I stick my dick in these crates and straight leave with the pape

I been out gettin' dollars, so it's dirty round my collar

Thinking bout' now, nigga fuck tomorrow

Fuck slaving over grills, clockin' minimum wage

I stick my dick in these crates and straight leave with the pape

[Outro]

(Scratches)

I been out

I been out

I been out gettin' dollars

I been out gettin' dollars, gettin' dollars

Gettin' dollars "say what?"

...

"How yall' feel out there?"

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"Say what?"