STS - Dice Game lyrics

[Verse 1:] Shooting at the stars, almost hit Mars Tag the sun on the side, tryna see the Lord Gimme me 2, 3 a 12 and I'm gonna see hell 7 or 11 and I might just reach heaven But if I could work it 9 to 5, more for the 10 But then I bet straight money, don't go in for the win Coming Album, Corn liquor, sell a n***a down Southeast Nickname chicken grease, she look like a beany white burn When i'm hot, n***a put down She knows my gang crash when them slang No Ivory days, running the ankles Your hands, on the stand like Anybody get in my pockets till I'm home Two shades in the blow, baby leave the fam lets go 6 off the first n***a, making a haste, bringing it back Learning the hard way, made a plan Haters say [?] Hand tossing, nice and flat Hitting the bricks like click clack Juice trays, how you love that? Without my right hand, cold hands Switch to south past, love hand golden Shake twice, blow in before gone Ritual to get richer dirt, they doing nice pictures 7 when am soft, but 11 when am on, bet 20 for a thong He said hold that, but less than 50 Quickly he said, I'd rather be with that These n***as don't know my hustle gang Like it's all a fame, I see through all the rabbit Understand, have the stands in the game of chance Know the circumstances, the romance that gets me back at it Even when I stink like crap, and I shoot until I'm sick [words unclear] man if the money quick grab at it Gotta have it like my nick bad habit 9 out of 10, average cut talking let me get back at him The average of the talk between your legs Ass back, you showing off as if it matters Then you scream out snake eyes, you co*ky ba*tards Verily is the sin, I say no it can't be of God made man to worship him I throw him for a loop when I was religious with my performance As they keep toss the buckets, they f** the bad sh** As for the gas they path, I survive all prison [?] hand to hand hustle with man that break his a** for the pack [Verse 2:] Is that d**h I smell? Too bulls and am cool Do my dos [?] that I would like to revolution Cotton tooling and cut the fools, 48 is an amule They say n***as you still on that sh** A tap and hustle [?] activist money and sh** But the pacifists do the numbers, no act as if this pacifist has been forgotten n***as been begging craps at the bottom of crabs and the bottom from Jackie [?] to Hilary Robin Everybody just shoot the [?], hold on I got him For all the fly, I drop 5 on 9 like the tower You can't catch me 7 or 11 twin tower Bring your cash for more scratch, the most cash is working 8 hours Dice in my left hand, right hand pop my collar Next day, next dollar, a hustler's holler Next day, next dollar, you hear the hustler's holler [Outro:] Shooting at the stars, almost hit Mars Tag the sun on the side, tryna see the Lord Gimme me 2, gimme me 3 or gimme me 12 and I'm gonna see hell 7 or 11 and I might just reach heaven But I could work it 9 to 5, more for the 10 Then I bet straight money, don't go in for the win