Roll The Dice Lyrics

I used to ride around the city on them lonely nights

Playing beats and dreaming 'bout hunnids cause I know I'm nice

I can't let these niggas hoe me Iwas told to fight

They tried to play me, went crazy, they never tried it twice

You rarely catch me in designer, that's just for the price

It's STRICTLY FAMILY bitch I'd rather wear my own designs

Ain't signing nothing, I be solo so it's only mines

Might take a L, but sometimes you gotta roll the dice

Gotta roll the dice on em

They never handed me the shit, I had to fight for em

I need a Benz I need a Bimmer cause I like foreigns

I'm doing me, fuck if its wrong or if its right for em

Gotta roll the dice on em

They never handed me the shit, I had to fight for em

I need a Benz I need a Bimmer cause I like foreigns

I'm doing me, fuck if its wrong or if its right for em

Lately I'm focused on my pockets

Making change started making sense

You make enough cents you make a dollar

Pay to make a fence

Put it around your house so you can let the grass grow

I been an asshole my whole ass life

Couldn't grow till I let my past go

Focus on cash flow

I been doing bad, but at least I know its better to be late than never show

Cause if you go at least you get to make it up

Running out of them excuses they know you making up

How much of my time have I taken up

And I aint made enough

To just be laying up

I still cant lay it up

I never played enough

And if the games in us, I play like EA

Fuck the courts and the DA

Fuck em all like a three way

Speed racing on the e-way doing 105 on the 105

I arrive like im out of time

I'm Marty McFly

I'm the guy if they ask me

So they dont ask me

I'm sitting on a gold mine, I cant sit on my ass cheeks

You need a year to do some shit I did like last week

I pray you moving up, but you aint moving past

You thought you knew me, you dont know me thats the past me

Cant call em homies, for a bag he'd probably blast me

They wanna roll me in a pack, they wanna ash me

But all that shit could get settled on sight

Okay

I cannot fuck around with your type

Okay

So you can get left or you can get right

I used to ride around the city on them lonely nights

Playing beats and dreaming 'bout hunnids cause I know I'm nice

I can't let these niggas hoe me Iwas told to fight

They tried to play me, went crazy, they never tried it twice

You rarely catch me in designer, that's just for the price

It's STRICTLY FAMILY bitch I'd rather wear my own designs

Ain't signing nothing, I be solo so it's only mines

Might take a L, but sometimes you gotta roll the dice

Gotta roll the dice on em

They never handed me the shit, I had to fight for em

I need a Benz I need a Bimmer cause I like foreigns

I'm doing me, fuck if its wrong or if its right for em

Gotta roll the dice on em

They never handed me the shit, I had to fight for em

I need a Benz I need a Bimmer cause I like foreigns

I'm doing me, fuck if its wrong or if its right for