Betcha Life (Feat. RA The Rugged Man) - The High & Mighty, R.A. The Rugged Man

I’m feeling lucky today, gonna picture my dome mention

Light a whole bitch and get this dough then I’m going fishing

Call my local waves, tape it and make paper and cheese

Top of the third, down 15 G’s

I be the big time neighborhood bookie, looky here already

I don’t trust you, let’s make that one thing clear, okay?

Wall Street rich boy, get off my dick

I’ll place this one little bet for you, but then that’s it

Times are a lot, need I say anymore?

To the crew in last night, Doc was sniffing the scores

Double or nothing, we’ll make this dough back

While the radio listening it, we’re knocking this coke back

I’ll tell you this, you better not be trying to get over

I don’t really feel comfortable, I don’t know ya

Mikey Frankie vouched for you, said you’s good people

But if you don’t pay your debts then I’mma come see you

What you wanna do?

I wanna get paid

The series has got to last 7 games

Wanna make a smart move?

Leave it on the Mets

Got people in the office taking the Mets

Put their paper on L.A., now betting what they paid

Wifey at home is getting all nosey

Suppose she know I’m flirty, she’s deep in the Jonesy?

Wait a sec now, hold up, not so fast

Fuck this double or nothing shit, I want my cash

If I don’t get my cash then your ass is mine

I’mma place this here bet for you this one last time

A strong man is about to bust out the

A couple’ll get pumped, Jonesy ain’t no punk

What the fuck am I into?

I’m a family man

Snorting the mortgage, ain’t this a nice portrait?

You a ignorant, gambling fiend

Why you wanna lose all your green?

Fuck the Dodgers

They got that crackhead strawberry playing on their team

The only way they’re gon' win is if it’s in your dream

Oh, you got the money?

This ain’t no fucking joke anymore, seriously

Just put a $ 120,000 on tomorrow’s game

It is close already, that

''That's it'' was written on the wall in graffiti

My insurance, a one way ticket to Tahiti

The media says series is tied up, I’m flied up

All I can see is Jonesy firing me up

Listen, you faggot, and you listen good

I wanna make sure that it’s understood, we don’t play this shit in the hood

I’mma let of lead in your head soon

Bloodshed soon, blood-red soon, you gon' be dead soon

Nah, I got this, nobody is coming back for free, yo

It’s not gonna be down 12-hundred in C-notes

Don’t got that, I’m praying Dodger blew

A bum out of luck, what’s a man gonna do?

Two in the morning, time to handle my biz

It’s 2:15, I got my boys and we up in ya crib

They put a slug in your wife, I put a slug in your kid

Was you really that stupid, thought I’d let you live?