then i finally got tired of that
stack it 'til you need another stash
got a bank card and a duffel bag
don't sleep where i hustle at
be careful who you show too much
my heart too cold to trust
this pressure that i'm rollin' up
get fresh and gettin' loaded in the club 'fore we was old enough
sold enough to re-up then i blew straight through the profit
that's just breaking even but it's too late
used to walk around with my life savings in my pocket
and in the projects where any time of day a dice game might get poppin'
ever lost your legs then got it back as the house man
came up on a wreck and got a pack from an ounce man
or hit 'bout eight straight points and went straight to the jeweler
i been gamblin' all my life
man it'll take a nigga through it
yeah i got a gambling problem
it's a sensistive subject
but i'm goin' all in if i sense that you bluffin'
when the odds against me i love it
ain't gotta convince you i'm thuggin'
not to mention i'm hustlin'
don't want no attention or nothin'
'bout my business that's it
'cause i seen lots of friendships get fucked up
bought a benz 'cause i lucked up
homie behind the fence grindin' strips
i'm tryna quit saying i'm tryna quit
flyin' your bitch but i ain't buyin' her shit
seven hundred dollar shirt
another nine on the kicks
how much time you gon' get
then i finally got tired of that
stack it 'til you need another stash
got a bank card and a- ayy you know what?