Raekwon - Gamble Lyrics
[Verse]I'm low in that Rolls RoyceMy father's features in the high nineBut I shine, state it in the bleachesThat's enough to make yo nose bleedI told a prick into the studiosSmall with all my proceedsAs I go sing, my qualities so profoundAll petitions scared of heightsI could neva look downIt's all about the past, only talk about the nowIn the streets and in jail, on live, wait us to chowMy name ring bells cause I dropped outta high-schoolBeing educated didn't higher my IQThe left pain coursed over wearing the right shoeI could have played ball, but I seen what the mikes doSeen what the Eminem the raise of demise didWatchin' who yo friends like Eyes and Loc-kidBarely got a hold on a young thuggThrowin' pebbles in the water4 TLC, no scrubbs, I'mma G[Hook]Waddup, Spanish Harlem, nigga, I see Young CappoWord up, that's how you do it, nigga[Verse]YSL's on, some shells, flowin' through mail bombsI clap at a rare form tryna performWant a specialist, cocaine scientist, -escialistAll I the mind, I will war for my necklaceProject rap, I'm high, you can bet thatTwo on a floors up, drawers on the ***** bedDo it for the *****es in prisonDo it for the niggas that listenGet it real, take his pistolEye blood bless a dart, some call it artHereditary, I provide y'all the February barGorillaz is pimps, some didn't graduateShooter at chimps, niggas don't agitateI'm strong, I'm hard, and born in the good causeBank account like roar, I look good y'allWhat Hennessey in the veins, check the blood workCatch a nigga uptown buyn drug, work[Hook]Yeah, nigga that's how you gon' winThat's how you shake up the church, gangstaI hear you yung Bucky, let's go[Verse]You *****in' with the illest, Bucky had you chillin'I'm summer winnin', the winner got a custom made agendaOne of the niggas, I was born up on the dinnersAin't love from a killer, in it so you know there's nothin' realerDon't gamble with yo life, 4-5-6 is main batchIt's mandatory when yo fans is sittin' rightFiending for my *****es, bams hit the lame *****esNot to handle in my blazin' when I'm handlin' my businessIn the Armada, prob'ly bring a productMe and Ray Chicken, we about to get them dollasPlant it with the trees like Santa when it's ChristmasCause I got that work grammar, my head's in physical sicknessLyrical gallery, picture me?The realest shit off the top, these niggas all mad at meThree kings, jet ways, three wingsThree teams, just biz, Tamp Boyz meet screen
