Roulette

This that mothafuckin' rider music This that mothafuckin' rider music All night, when I'm rollin' Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you 30? But I'm chosen, so I'm rollin' With 11 of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean, how we rollin' All through traffic with this mob apparatus These people want me in a casket, still I'm rollin' I heard Heaven got a place for me there, but I don't know if I'm goin', uh Smoking on sequoia, running from my paranoia Hollywood want me to come and live and die in California I ain't going out like River Phoenix I wanna enjoy all of the spoils I'm a Golden Boy like Oscar de la Hoya I'm a soldier masked up like it's the end of October Blowing doja in the streets with Mannie Fresh down in the Nola I done told ya, when it comes to beefing, I ain't kosher Bought a cobra just to keep you snakes closer I can spy a motive, y'all can try and clone this Get them lies quoted, but him and I know this Line up my opponents, hold their eyes open Rip out their hearts and let 'em all die soulless This that mothafuckin' rider, music This that mothafuckin' rider, music (Eastside, ayy) This that mothafuckin' rider, music This that mothafuckin' rider, music All night, when I'm rollin' Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty? But I'm chosen, so I'm rollin' With 11 of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean, how we rollin' All through traffic with this mob apparatus These people want me in a casket, still I'm rollin' I heard Heaven got a place for me there, but I don't know if I'm goin', uh Wait, I heard 'em say they want the old Gunner Fuck 'em, I still turn coyotes into road runners Fuck a family, I'll leave your ass with no brothers It ain't no love when you become a man with no mother That's what it was I used to get my ass beat just because (For real) I ran away and hit the trap, they couldn't make me budge Junior year, my homie selling crack right off the bus Knew that I wasn't turning back when I got cuffed Fuck a charge, this a territory, y'all don't wanna march Cemetery full of graves, I can finish what you start Lost a milli when they sued me for a fight inside a bar I hope you pussies think of me every time that you see the scar This that mothafuckin' rider, music This that mothafuckin' rider, music (Eastside, ayy) This that mothafuckin' rider, music This that mothafuckin' rider, music (Turn up) All night, when I'm rollin' Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty? But I'm chosen, so I'm rollin' With 11 of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean, how we rollin' All through traffic with this mob apparatus These people want me in a casket, still I'm rollin' I heard Heaven got a place for me there, but I don't know if I'm goin', uh Yeah, 24/7, I keep my eyes open, ready All these signs show me they want me gone like I'm Makaveli On the cross when they cross me over, over something so petty Kill 'em all even if I die like Method Man did in I am Machine Gun Kelly, ain't shit you can tell me Get me drunk and mad enough, I go pop the trunk of the Chevy I'm a dad and a savage, this is not an image like Getty Rap for Currency, like I'm Spitta Andretti and let it fall like confetti Ball for my dogs that they got locked in the celly And fuck the one that turned on me, I won't ever forget it You learn it's your own homies you knew since the beginning That see you winning and then wanna see you finished Goddamn