[Verse 1: QuESt]
Play the cards
I could give a fuck about an A&R
Can I give a damn about who you say you are?
I'm in a place where I always gotta face the odds
Only thing a n***a gotta chase is God
Dough comes too but the race is hard
So little n***as trying to get it but you think you are
Better be ready for the day when the cake is carved
Punk ass n***as I pray for y'all
Still got heart when the ace is drawn
But when the faith gets on is when the hate gets on
And automatically you looking to embrase upon
A new plateau, asshole
Running from the world when the odds turn
But I'mma get it how I really wanna I get it
Committed man
Do you think I give a damn about what y'all earn?
Look, when the stacks go boom
Lights go out in a blacked out room
Know a lotta people that will back out soon
But I gotta keep it going through the stacks I groom
So the 'Rari zooms
Perseverance, and it hurts to say I never lack these moves
Rode this cycle like a plastic spoon
And then I bounce right back like a mattress do