Can't Win for Losin

Damn, I just lost a grip

Bet a hundred on six and my ass got hit

But these punk-ass niggas can't buck me

Pulled out another dove, yo, I feel lucky

Fate is a nigga, there goes the shake

There goes the roll, a six and a ace

Ain't that a bitch, I ain't even touched the dice

Bet it with my homie and he crapped out twice

Pulled out another dove, looked up to the heavens

Bet you don't nine to five before you seven eleven

Damn, there goes the motherfuckin' nina

Wish I wouldn'ta seen her, they takin' my ass to the cleaners

Finally got the dice in my hand and I hit two sevens back to back

Now I'm back in the mist, niggas gettin' stung

I loaded up the gun 'cause I'm able

Betted everybody at the table

A G on line, but I'm cooler than the mack

Shook up the dice and through the front door came craps

It must be bad luck or too much confusion

Whatever it is, I can't win for losin'

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose

That's the way it goes, you gots to pay your dues

Don't worry now, it'll be greater later

I ain't got no love for those haters of players

Pour me some motherfuckin' powder

Finna rock it up, it'll take about an hour

Pulled out the pot, mixed the coke with the soda

Shake it up tough, pretty soon I have a boulder

Felt on the product, the shit was still soft

Put the jar under cold water to cool it off

Uh, just as I did that, the jar cracked

There goes my cocaine racin' down the kitchen sink drain

Shit, now my pockets gettin' shorter

Stuck my hand down the drain and only saved a quarter

And you say that's the way the ball bounces

I got chased by task last week and had to throw three ounces

And I just got out of jail

No, they didn't let me out, I had to post bail

And now it's twenty-five on its own

Seems like everything's goin' wrong

It must be bad luck or too much confusion

Whatever it is, I can't win for losin'