Raekwon

Raekwon - Gamble lyrics

rate me

Feat. Bodega Bamz & SpankJusBizness

(Verse)

I'm low in that Rolls Royce

My father's features in the high nine

But I shine, state it in the bleaches

That's enough to make yo nose bleed

I told a prick into the studios

Small with all my proceeds

As I go sing, my qualities so profound

All petitions scared of heights

I could neva look down

It's all about the past, only talk about the now

In the streets and in jail, on live, wait us to chow

My name ring bells cause I dropped outta high-school

Being educated didn't higher my IQ

The left pain coursed over wearing the right shoe

I could have played ball, but I seen what the mikes do

Seen what the Eminem the raise of demise did

Watchin' who yo friends like Eyes and Loc-kid

Barely got a hold on a young thugg

Throwin' pebbles in the water

4 TLC, no scrubbs, I'mma G

(Hook)

Waddup, Spanish Harlem, nigga, I see Young Cappo

Word up, that's how you do it, nigga

(Verse)

YSL's on, some shells, flowin' through mail bombs

I clap at a rare form tryna perform

Want a specialist, cocaine scientist, -escialist

All i the mind, I will war for my necklace

Project rap, I'm high, you can bet that

Two on a floors up, drawers on the fuck bed

Do it for the bitches in prison

Do it for the niggas that listen

Get it real, take his pistol

Eye blood bless a dart, some call it art

Hereditary, I provide y'all the February bar

Gorillaz is pimps, some didn't graduate

Shooter at chimps, niggas don't agitate

I'm strong, I'm hard, and born in the good cause

Bank account like roar, I look good y'all

What Hennessey in the veins, check the blood work

Catch a nigga uptown buyn drug, work

(Hook)

Yeah, nigga that's how you gon' win

That's how you shake up the church, gangsta

I hear you yung Bucky, let's go

(Verse)

You fuckin' with the illest, Bucky had you chillin'

I'm summer winnin', the winner got a custom made agenda

One of the niggas, I was born up on the dinners

Ain't love from a killer, in it so you know there's nothin' realer

Don't gamble with yo life, 4-5-6 is main batch

It's mandatory when yo fans is sittin' right

Fiending for my bitches, bams hit the lame bitches

Not to handle in my blazin' when I'm handlin' my business

In the Armada, prob'ly bring a product

Me and Ray Chicken, we about to get them dollas

Plant it with the trees like Santa when it's Christmas

Cause I got that work grammar, my head's in physical sickness

Lyrical gallery, picture me ?

The realest shit off the top, these niggas all mad at me

Three kings, jet ways, three wings

Three teams, just biz, Tamp Boyz meet screen

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