Dice Game Diagrams
[Intro Dialogue]
Everything breaks down to values.  Now I want you cats to really listen to what I'm saying, get your pens out, get your paper out.  I'm not being funny, I'm not being facetious.  I want you to write this stuff down, because it's gonna sound good and you're gonna say "aw man that was, that sounds [?]."  Write it down, if you want to utilize it for your life.  Everything breaks down to values

[Hook: Porter Ray]
Niggas been schemin'
Dreams turn to schemes
Turn to bigger things
Watches with the blue rings

[Verse 1: Porter Ray]
Brass spiders, black jaguars
Blue lotus, focus
Had my eyes closed when I wrote this
Ferarri dreamin
Prawns and calamari season
With Porsche Cayenne
Polo horse diagrams
Just the ink in my mind's pen
Vinyl under the needle
Listen to my rhyme spin
My mental tablet
Ten crack commandments
Connect like magnets
My scheme elaborate
Collaborate with criminals
Street scientist practice rituals
Pyrex pots break down minerals
Calculate ways scales digital
Pistol by my genitals
As I light my medicinal
[Verse 2: Porter Ray]
Fist full of white men
In my right hand
Close my eyes and shoot
Tell me where the dice land
Bomb shake chrome radiates
Stay away
Cheesecake make you player hate
As I aviate
Back roll metro
Backpack patagonia pesto
5 panel hat nike presto
Gortex RLX magnum latex
Man escape dest
Mongoose BMX
Ben bridge [?]
Eddie Bauer EBtek
Black hammers hot coal ice keep me wet
Avoid the boys marijuana make me paranoid
Crown Vic convoys
Chrome carry toys
Cochise and Columbian fleece
A North Face, northwest a chest shadow like a floral vase
Chardonnay chevrolets gas pedal getaways
Slide out to the hideout back in federal way
[Verse 3: ?]
Green rovers
White Benz
2 boulders
Dangled loaves
Roll kobe kush ogre
Bush burned
Biblical streets political
Reach deep for residuals
The daily ritual
Toasty
Liquor like my lyrical
Here's the crew, horsegame liverpool
Kick game liverpool
Leather walley cheetoh
Hella hotties we know
We toss them on jets like Geno
Cool [?] hoops [?]
Touchdown you sideline Tim Tebow
No team fakers hard for large egos
'Dro steam
Flourescent lights grow green
My whole team, we on now, we on scene
Golf carts, why's that, we on green
Ride pass like act
We on lean
And white lax
White walls they all clean
Keep coastin'
While mommy deep throatin
Pussy so good
Make you bust in 3 strokes
Not me
I seen city streets and drop beats
Gucci stores, drop G's…
[Outro Dialogue]
My nigga you don’t remember, you always used to see us shoot dice.  She was like, fuck that I want to shoot.  You had a nice little back roll too.  Nice little short little dice roll, I ain’t gona lie my nigga.  I remember one day though, you came to the wrong dice game, my nigga.  I think we were shooting 50s and 100s.  It was me, [?] and my nigga DC, we were shooting outside of SU.  You don’t remember, you lost the whole [?] my nigga.  You left us with everything my nigga.  You wouldn’t even talk to us my nigga.  I never forget that day, my nigga.  But like I said though, my nigga, times like that, that shit is priceless  You can’t pay for that shit my nigga