Aspects and Snowgoons - Gambling Man lyrics

[Chorus 1:] Gambling man Rambling man Handling man Tip that hour gla** Stew pigeon He ran outta sand He's got like 45 robots Cause he more than his men I sort of offend Cause I'm too f**in thug to blend in [Chorus 2:] Some a these n***as faded They act like they so paid But when I'm standing with my n***as n***as have nothin to say [x2] [Verse 1:] Don't be thinkin you're tough Thinkin you're hard Hundreds a problem Apartment get sold So it's best not to be gettin involved Thinkin they big an they really just no They rollin with pussies I'm rollin with dogs None a my brothers are ready to fall She can get real When you get k**ed Gambling man Your brother gets spilled Tearin it down whatever you build [?] Peelin it back [?] It's all about family It's all about cash Gotta get first and you never get last Look to your future but run from your past Know where you at Don't gamble like that You gotta make moves And you gotta think fast You going too fast and you might just crash Then you get taken out like the trash How to blend in when you listen to we My light shining bring Well your light shining dim You f**in with us if we do it's the end Not a good look for you and your friends You and you're an your man's gon have to learn f**in with k**as you gonna get burned Puttin their body all up in the [?] One by one they all gettin their guns We taking them down if they acting like clowns Actin they lost and they really ain't found They talkin that sh** And this word gets around And I'm all in their grill And they makin the sound [Chorus 2] [Verse 2:] My [?] smell like lavender Ain't showed you what I'nna reap as yet Exes on all a your callenders 38 caliber, spinnin that You a freak I'm that n***a with Mel Chezedeek, you f**in idiot Bow down to the omnipotence Word to Busy, you f**in sissies f*g n***as get no dick Send em to San Francisco My b**h in Santa Barbera Ready to get it crackin [?] Peter Lincoln driving Arriving higher than the titans [?] Never panic, never run, never hide Chizzle me from my good side Picture they speak a thousand of em Your words don't mean a f**in thing I'm smell coward inside of every one of em I'm takin this leap of faith Believing in a higher power Believe in your meteorologist It's gonna rain like in forty hours You mothaf**as believe everything Get em some sweet n sour chicken Knowledge it will never stop Cause the truth is all that [?] Wake up and brush my teeth I'm smell that mooch in my sleep I wouldn't do this to my worst enemy So I just watch over me [Chorus 1] [Verse 3:] Like they mouth is washed up And they got nothin to talk about Keep quiet when I'm standing in their path They walk around Far from gangsta I stare the b**h in their eyes No money, no souped up ride Ain't making no moves All they do is get by Faking everything Living other people's lives Everybody thinks [?] When it really comes to it Alot a ya'll don't wanna die Even with chips stacked up I'mma still try Never gon quit Til it's time for me to flatline Cause I'm a gambling man That's why I'm ready to go I'm out I'm hittin everything in sight So you betta put up a fight Or else you going towards the lot I'll send some thugs on ya Put your brain asleep with the pump on ya Time to raise the stakes and I won't warn ya Whether he build up and strike on ya Going against [?] will make you a goner But you don't want that so get the f** off my corner Everytime somebody drops The block gets warmer [?] Best thing for you to do Is to stay out my way While I'm out here choppin Unless you see the popo watching, creeping up I'mma keep going cause I'm never stopping If you wanna keep gambling then it's on and poppin I'll make you meet the angels where your bodies droppin From tryin to come hard but you're soft, floppin Play f**in cards Big dog is not coppin [Chorus 2] [Outro:] Gambling man