6,8,10,Or 4 ft. G Lean

I bet the 6 ,8, 10 , to 4 one row My uncle had ten bodies with the same pole

You put the raw on the ground, man, it's gone roll You make a deal with the devil, yous' a lost soul

You either die young or get a whole lot of time A military spot made a million-dollar mind

A million-dollar mind made a million-dollar grind So we was stuck to the corner, never hard to find

I sold crack in the rain, got back in the rain My nine-packs mixed with the pain

Never mixed with a lame, I was probably in a tribe Really selling hella bonds

Neighborhood was Vietnam, don't turn in a Vietcong Contraband, I run in con, got a brother named Travon

Go ahead and gambled your life, hope you don't lose it When love turning to hate, it feel confusing

Back man, back to new, get my point, what it do

I'ma always bet on me, and that's a fact, man Dry-ass, ya-ya shot, you went for that, man