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dke author - gamble lyrics

[intro: dke author]
yeah, ha
got it on smash
yeah, look
hitmaka

[chorus: dke author]
if you gon’ gamble wit’ your life then roll the dice then
bet you get popped like a perc, i keep that f.n
fly yo’ b#tch all out the country wit’ her best friend
new margiela when i step in
so you gon’ gamble wit’ your life then roll the dice then
bet you get popped like a perc, i keep that f.n
i got yo’ b#tch in my city, she wit’ her best friend
new versace when i step in

[verse 1: dke author]
take a walk in my city, yeah, these youngins be steppin’
my city bad like florida water, young n#gga reppin’
they slangin’ glocks wit’ extensions, every day a suspension
youngins ridin’ ’round every day, want some attention
red bean and some tension, jay got caught with the smith’n
first time talkin’ to 12, now that young n#gga snitchin’
i ain’t never trust him, he trippin’
and look how i be when you twitchin’
yo mama say somethin’ to mine, i’ll say “youngin, you b#tchin'”
i swear they slangin’ them cutters
stab the back of your brother
that sh#t crazy, n#gga, it ain’t like no other
and look, i pray for my mother
swear to god that i love her
swear to god i’ll k!ll a p#ssy n#gga if he go touch her

[verse 2: quando rondo]
walk in the mall and yeah, i’m strapped up wit’ a f.n
together we can ball, i’m tryna f#ck you and your best friend
f#cked that lil’ ho once and now she talkin’ about marriage
she always call my phone and tell me i be on the player sh#t
they wasn’t with me for the pain, them p#ssy boys not really kin to me
they throwin’ dirt on top my name, i don’t know why they wanna get rid of me
all my n#ggas steppin’, they know they really gon’ k!ll for me
all my n#ggas reckless, they gon’ get out there in the field for me
light up a pole, roll up some dope, inhale the smoke out a swisher
up wit’ that pole, let out some shots and split his head down the middle
put his body inside the river, that was worse for my hitta
you f#ckin’ ’round with some neighborhood, cold#blooded k!llers

[verse 3: dke author]
lord, listen to me, why, why, why?
why these youngins wanna die, die die?
so many n#ggas in the sky, sky, sky
i done shared my nights without them cry, yeah
i told my mama, “be patient, we gon’ make it through”
everything happen for reason, boy, that’s the f#ckin’ truth
everything happen in my hood up out the f#cking blue
that’s why when i make it i’ma do what i gotta do
can’t be no bum on the street, can’t look a mess
i want to rush my dreams but i can’t rest assessed
tired of sleepin’ next to the dresser on the floor with my brother
or paying for my grandma and my baby girl is my mother

- dke author lyrics

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