Songtext The gambler Ransom.

The gambler

Beautiful, huh
Man, I used to gamble with my life every day
Shit, I almost crapped out a couple times, too
Shit, I even gambled chasin' this rap shit
Now if you ask me, "Ran, how many Ms you worth?"
Hm, about four, five, six
Heh, four, five, six

Take a risk
Life is a gamble, you play or miss
You bet everything on yourself, nothin' else
And just pray you hit
You save your chips and you can end up being mediocre
Light your spliffs, life's a bitch, but you don't need to poke her
I doubled down, they laughed at me, I don't need them jokers
I don't see them vultures
Talkin' like th?y high rollers, ain't even l?ave the sofa
I was a king before twenty-one
Twenty-two came quickly and swiftly got busted
Soon as the judge hit me
'Magine that? I was defending you when I grabbed the strap
"Why'd you fold?" Nigga done told, so I couldn't back a rat
Was dealt a bad hand, that's a fact
Couldn't see no future dealin' a bag of crack
So a nigga just had to rap
Niggas rollin' with me was glad to crap
Me, I'd rather stack
Rules let you play scared, so a nigga had to black
Back-to-back, shoot for the stars and aim for a platinum plaque
They all protectin' they slots, 'cause I'm what these rappers lack
You play it wrong and you could lose it all
But you gotta shoot to score, no matter what or who's involved
Even when you knew you lost, you had to show 'em who's the boss
Never let 'em see you sweat, roll and take the deepest breath
Is it life or either death? Feelin' like you need a rest
Heart beatin' through your chest, should've never blew that check
Now we all pissed off - stuck up in this pit, boss
Kinda like our daddies was - tryna get these chips off
Standin' on the old block, I need this shit to lift off
We just tryna make it jump, don't ever get it criss-cross
Gambled with your life, you knew the price and what that shit cost
Handlin' the dice, I cee-lo twice, and then I dip off