Gamble - The Jacka, Carey Stacks

Look we gonna take that 300 thou and we gonna buy 30 keys of coke

The best shit in town, Rocks and lumps as big as marbles, no cut

Was in the Rich on Eastern Boul.(?)

Soft leather, Diadoras, and the Fila Velours

Ice limbs, True Coat with the acid wash arms

Was little kids movin' rock, now we paid to perform

We nod in class, just gassed from raisin' my arm

I fall asleep in class cause I can’t wait till I’m on

I feel like I’ve been here forever cause the road was so long

And get trapped with my hammer sent to bring people harm

Damn, Nose full of clam, no sleep till the dawn

For real forget about The J if you’ll just weep when I’m gone

I’ll need no retaliatin' on these fake niggas' hood

Remember walk a nigga out to put your face in the drugs

Still chalk a nigga out after I fed him the one

I’m probably fucked already, still I try to pray for my young

In the field, wit (?) not a place you should come

We takin' chances, no romancin', never marry ya love

This shit a gamble 7−11 Ima roll the dice

If I had to do it over I would do the same twice

My nigga got into a shoot out last night

That wasn’t the first time the thirty clip saved his life

Now when you die funky you leave family that pay the price

They comin' through the slums with Katers in the middle of the night

We land sharks turned up off great white

They mobbin' like Jack they ain’t tryna be like mice

Stuck in the trap pushin' smack till the day like gamblin'

Don’t tell me how to fuckin' live my life

I don’t do this shit for fun, I’m makin' sure my sons alright

Battle with my demons all the time it’s a daily fight