Lyrics
The kitchen table made of stone like Michelangelo
We put some bucks up on your head like an antelope
This Gamble Rap Militia
We been sick without the antidote
A pair of aces we gon' split it like a cantaloupe
New rings up on my finger but she know well that we can't elope
I keep the pole right on my hip so I command a vote
Devoted to the process
Elevated from prospect
This Gamble Rap the mob you know we ain't with nonsense
You in deep with the shark it's dark like the Loch Ness
Treat the bars like it's fitness
Studio work like CrossFit
Yea you run with some birds but you still ain't fly like an ostrich
Which one I want?
I got options
The coke I got in my nostrils
Some Jameson to the face 'til I'm nauseous
Veteran with the flow I'm a rolling stone but I'm polished
Brought a flame like I'm amish
I see that you look astonished
I'd love to give him a shot we gon' send him off with a varnish
Lazarus Pitt
The Tragic could miss
I'm filling scriptures
Somewhere within
Cracks in the sins that paint my pictures
She sipping Brandi
A baddie beside me Mr. Whiskers
Sitting in the jungle just fighting till I could cop a fisker
I get to cooking hence why they pay me to be the mixer
I take the shot let my consequences replace the chaser
Made not basic fresh out the egg might smash her like how to basic
You could be super saiyan god
They'd call you ginger hating
COD I switch my makings with class I'm scoping for goals I'm aiming
Mining for my craft I seen Fortnite's passing my apex wayning
Training like I'm Bruce me and Batman stand on an equal pavement
My paint brushes been fading, Related
Basically to bases I can't tame
Can't take off at the station
Stationed auctions
Hailing linking up with my options debating
How should I proceed
Suppose with caution