[Verse 1]
Yo
Life's a gamble, bitches blowin’ on my shakers, hope I headcrack
I'll beat your loose deuce and take your paper, lemme get that
Fuck a setback, I'm all about the forward motion
Drop a four on the floor, I’m lit off the Henny or the Mo' potion
Fuck broke, I stay holdin', you X-rollin'
My chain golden, been a slick finesser since train tokens
My game potent, left your dame open
Got hoes from here to Hoboken
Me take a loss? You bozos hopin'
I'm top rank, stop, think, when the dice drop
Crack a nice knot
Your head cold like the ice rock
His slaves got four to the Tracey, my luck amaze me
See my palm on the 80 'cause losers be actin' shady
Bettin’ Grants with the cee-lo champs
You know the steelo, paper with eagles I made off of trade that’s illegal

[Chorus]
Headcrack, packin' the paper, stackin’s the motive
My glow golden, you either holdin' or your pockets broken
Life's a gamble, roll a dice, you come up or you lose
You either starve or bust a move, what the fuck you choose?

[Post-Chorus Samples: Nas & Jay-Z]
Either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs
Either on the corner bettin’ Grants with the cee-lo champs
N***as thought they deuce was live, then I hit 'em with trips
And I reached down for their money, pa, forget about this
[Verse 2]
Ayo, my mind's locked on clockin' a grip, that's what it be like
Mad n***as failin', caught Ls over three dice
N***as'll let you in and stick you up in the end
Rock you to sleep, grimy n***as pretend, know what you in
Never gamble high stakes with snakes, you know the rules
I only drop paper with n***as that's in my crew
We bettin' C-notes, whatever's on the floor is a bet
I took a couple losses, made my money back, then I jet
N***as is gamblin' the money that they owe the connect
Then fuckin' up the re-up, now you broke and in debt, stupid
We takin' risks like we in Vegas, be with major players
Need hundred bottle layers, I'm more than just a rhyme sayer

[Chorus]
Headcrack, packin' the paper, stackin's the motive
My glow golden, you either holdin' or your pockets broken
Life's a gamble, roll a dice, you come up or you lose
You either starve or bust a move, what the fuck you choose?

[Post-Chorus Samples: Nas & Jay-Z]
Either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs
Either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs
N***as thought they deuce was live, then I hit 'em with trips
And I reached down for their money, pa, forget about this