ROLL THE DICE

Why I always roll the dice with you bitch you know I'd take a knife for you Cant always take advice from the bros met me on the come down, so she asked why i'm feeling so low Because I know I'm chasing it on my own put twenty mil in a safe and I'm gone Don't need no crazy kinda send off Just bump my shit in the street take it in and it was raw That's just the kind of life that we're living chasing pussy and the paper feel like Scotty Pimpin Scotty Jay, like the Hulk the way that boy be lifting And my eyes is open but I do not see the vision All I see is the fear of failure And of course my shit hits I hope you hear it forever I'm posted in the back observing the pressure When the bros had the foreigns we all had it together Why is this shit so hard for you to decipher Get a bag blow a bag like she Roddy piper There's an addict In the attic I think he's talking to demons Post traumatic shit and I'm still trying to get even Still see regret, when I see my reflection and like Tobe said, for the nappy headed heads in heaven F*ck the police you can eat my dick I'm eyeballing your friend because she's thicc And it's times like these where we question everything we believe Smoking green on green cutting me up into pieces And it happen naturally Can I get it back for me Can I get it