[Chorus 1:]

Gambling man

Rambling man

Handling man

Tip that hour glass

Stew pigeon

He ran outta sand

He’s got like 45 robots

Cause he more than his men

I sort of offend

Cause I’m too fuckin thug to blend in

[Chorus 2:]

Some a these niggas faded

They act like they so paid

But when I’m standing with my niggas

Niggas have nothin to say [x2]

[Verse 1:]

Don’t be thinkin you’re tough

Thinkin you’re hard

Hundreds a problem

Apartment get sold

So it’s best not to be gettin involved

Thinkin they big an they really just no

They rollin with pussies

I’m rollin with dogs

None a my brothers are ready to fall

She can get real

When you get killed

Gambling man

Your brother gets spilled

Tearin it down whatever you build

[?]

Peelin it back [?]

It’s all about family

It’s all about cash

Gotta get first and you never get last

Look to your future but run from your past

Know where you at

Don’t gamble like that

You gotta make moves

And you gotta think fast

You going too fast and you might just crash

Then you get taken out like the trash

How to blend in when you listen to we

My light shining bring

Well your light shining dim

You fuckin with us if we do it’s the end

Not a good look for you and your friends

You and you’re an your man’s gon have to learn

Fuckin with killas you gonna get burned

Puttin their body all up in the [?]

One by one they all gettin their guns

We taking them down if they acting like clowns

Actin they lost and they really ain’t found

They talkin that shit

And this word gets around

And I’m all in their grill

And they makin the sound

[Chorus 2]

[Verse 2:]

My [?] smell like lavender

Ain’t showed you what I’nna reap as yet

Exes on all a your callenders

38 caliber, spinnin that

You a freak

I’m that nigga with Mel Chezedeek, you fuckin idiot

Bow down to the omnipotence

Word to Busy, you fuckin sissies

Fag niggas get no dick

Send em to San Francisco

My bitch in Santa Barbera

Ready to get it crackin [?]

Peter Lincoln driving

Arriving higher than the titans

[?]

Never panic, never run, never hide

Chizzle me from my good side

Picture they speak a thousand of em

Your words don’t mean a fuckin thing

I’m smell coward inside of every one of em

I’m takin this leap of faith

Believing in a higher power

Believe in your meteorologist

It’s gonna rain like in forty hours

You mothafuckas believe everything

Get em some sweet n sour chicken

Knowledge it will never stop

Cause the truth is all that [?]

Wake up and brush my teeth

I’m smell that mooch in my sleep

I wouldn’t do this to my worst enemy

So I just watch over me

[Chorus 1]

[Verse 3:]

Like they mouth is washed up

And they got nothin to talk about

Keep quiet when I’m standing in their path

They walk around

Far from gangsta

I stare the bitch in their eyes

No money, no souped up ride

Ain’t making no moves

All they do is get by

Faking everything

Living other people’s lives

Everybody thinks [?]

When it really comes to it

Alot a ya’ll don’t wanna die

Even with chips stacked up

I’mma still try

Never gon quit

Til it’s time for me to flatline

Cause I’m a gambling man

That’s why I’m ready to go I’m out

I’m hittin everything in sight

So you betta put up a fight

Or else you going towards the lot

I’ll send some thugs on ya

Put your brain asleep with the pump on ya

Time to raise the stakes and I won’t warn ya

Whether he build up and strike on ya

Going against [?] will make you a goner

But you don’t want that so get the fuck off my corner

Everytime somebody drops

The block gets warmer

[?]

Best thing for you to do

Is to stay out my way

While I’m out here choppin

Unless you see the popo watching, creeping up

I’mma keep going cause I’m never stopping

If you wanna keep gambling then it’s on and poppin

I’ll make you meet the angels where your bodies droppin

From tryin to come hard but you’re soft, floppin

Play fuckin cards

Big dog is not coppin

[Chorus 2]

[Outro:]

Gambling man