Dicey Stakes
(Verse 1)
Stakes? Can't match 'em
Breaks? Can't catch one
Only shit that matters is making banknotes and stacking 'em
In this fucking drought
I'm 'bout to unshackle up my crown
Toxins in my fucking mouth
Copping gin and blacking out
Never dodging any liquor, thrashing down, crashing now
Pound for pound, liter for liter, about to drown
In the depths of despair
Deeper and deeper, never cared, no one did
Keep a level head while I'm low on pay
Got dark, fell apart slight, so I sparked a light like Dodon-Ray
No more delays, stop it
Fuck college, skills to polish, seeking knowledge and cash on strong pursuit
Past a rash, itching for riches, don't even need a gun to loot
Stunned, my mind turned brute terribly
Got me wanting to empty the M&T
Astonishing enemies and bombing them heavily
Still staying calm, my remedy, filling out my destiny
[Instrumental]

(Verse 2)
Back to the stakes, they never stop soaring
Like taking hits, above the clouds, below is pouring
Story of my life
Dorming, parties, why try? Still can't find a wife
My mind usually scatters
Shit back to find what truly matters
Stay behind or climb up? I prefer the latter, and feeling like times up so I'm escaping chatter
Breaking shackles, running mad against this wind I'm facing
Instead or racing, I'd say my minds mostly chasing answers it could truly never get
Still won't stop 'til my efforts met
Better yet
As I consume this steady flow of info, I'll relay it tracks like an Olympiad fast dash
Tell me what's better than making mad cash (Nothing)
It's over, and I'm out like a black dad