Dice Game

[Verse 1:]

Shooting at the stars, almost hit Mars

Tag the sun on the side, tryna see the Lord

Gimme me 2, 3 a 12 and I'm gonna see hell

7 or 11 and I might just reach heaven

But if I could work it 9 to 5, more for the 10

But then I bet straight money, don't go in for the win

Coming Album, Corn liquor, sell a nigga down Southeast

Nickname chicken grease, she look like a beany white burn

When i'm hot, nigga put down

She knows my gang crash when them slang

No Ivory days, running the ankles

Your hands, on the stand like

Anybody get in my pockets till I'm home

Two shades in the blow, baby leave the fam lets go

6 off the first nigga, making a haste, bringing it back

Learning the hard way, made a plan

Haters say [?]

Hand tossing, nice and flat

Hitting the bricks like click clack

Juice trays, how you love that?

Without my right hand, cold hands

Switch to south past, love hand golden

Shake twice, blow in before gone

Ritual to get richer dirt, they doing nice pictures

7 when am soft, but 11 when am on, bet 20 for a thong

He said hold that, but less than 50

Quickly he said, I'd rather be with that

These niggas don't know my hustle gang

Like it's all a fame, I see through all the rabbit

Understand, have the stands in the game of chance

Know the circumstances, the romance that gets me back at it

Even when I stink like crap, and I shoot until I'm sick

[words unclear] man if the money quick grab at it

Gotta have it like my nick bad habit

9 out of 10, average cut talking let me get back at him

The average of the talk between your legs

Ass back, you showing off as if it matters

Then you scream out snake eyes, you cocky bastards

Verily is the sin, I say no it can't be of God made man to worship him

I throw him for a loop when I was religious with my performance

As they keep toss the buckets, they fuck the bad shit

As for the gas they path, I survive all prison

[?] hand to hand hustle with man that break his ass for the pack

[Verse 2:]

Is that death I smell? Too bulls and am cool

Do my dos [?] that I would like to revolution

Cotton tooling and cut the fools, 48 is an amule

They say niggas you still on that shit

A tap and hustle [?] activist money and shit

But the pacifists do the numbers, no act as if this pacifist has been forgotten

Niggas been begging craps at the bottom of crabs and the bottom from Jackie [?] to Hilary Robin

Everybody just shoot the [?], hold on I got him

For all the fly, I drop 5 on 9 like the tower

You can't catch me 7 or 11 twin tower

Bring your cash for more scratch, the most cash is working 8 hours

Dice in my left hand, right hand pop my collar

Next day, next dollar, a hustler's holler

Next day, next dollar, you hear the hustler's holler

[Outro:]

Shooting at the stars, almost hit Mars

Tag the sun on the side, tryna see the Lord

Gimme me 2, gimme me 3 or gimme me 12 and I'm gonna see hell

7 or 11 and I might just reach heaven

But I could work it 9 to 5, more for the 10

Then I bet straight money, don't go in for the win