You go to that level I can’t go there with ya,
I be fresh to death they wanna take my picture,

Rolling up da gas when I break down my swisher,
Know I’m high, go inside,
You ain’t gang, you ain’t live,
You can’t tell me nothin' baby,
I done been through it all,
Need my fix or I get sick,
I need that money to ball,
She gone trip and flip on me,
If I be missing her call,
But that all go out the window,
When I’m beating them walls.

Money steady callin' got me answering,

Saran wrapping them packages wit Vaseline,
They think I work at the corner store got gasoline,
Know da vibes, even wit a stick you never beat the price,
Know dat I get it, run up da digits,
All of my pockets, money can’t fit it,
Girl, I’m a dog, give me da kitty,
Know ima hit it I get to da city,
Mane I’m addicted to hustle committed,
DNA I got Benjamin in me,
Seen a likk, I’m so tempted to hit it,
Then ima call a Uber when we finish.

Rollin' up the doh I feel like Homer Simpson,
Baby I'm a mack but don't play with my pimping,
We can ball together like we Jordan
Pippen Moral of the story I don't do the trippin’,

You go to that level I can’t go there with ya,

I be fresh to death they wanna take my picture,

Rolling up da gas when I break down my swisher,
Know I’m high, go inside,
You ain’t gang, you ain’t live,
You can’t tell me nothin' baby, I done been through it all,
Need my fix or I gzt sick, I need that money to ball,
She gone trip and flip on me,
If I be missing her call,
But that all go out the window,
When I’m beating them walls.

No Dice (It’s Time to Leave)

Words and music John Greaves

Not prone to exaggerating
No more than my conscience allows
I tend more to understating
Rather than looking a fool

Don’t like giving the game away
I keep my cards close to my chest
Just in case it’s my lucky day
I don’t want to spoil my chances

Joking apart this poor old heart is
Worn out on my sleeve
It’s time to leave
I’m no percentage player
I’ll tear off every layer
And later I’ll be cleaned out
Washed up mangled,
Hanging on the line to dry.