Life Is A Gamble [feat. BJ The Chicago Kid]

[Intro:]

Life is a gamble, oh baby

Where you win or loose

Life is a gamble

[Hook: BJ the Chicago Kid]

They say life (is a gamble)

So be careful when you shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em

Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em

They say life (is a gamble)

So be careful when you shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em

Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em

[Verse 1: Big KRIT]

I roll the dice one time for my folks that died off

Rep the side they believed in but they sidle off

Let me toss a seven for the ones won't see tomorrow

Cast those shippings for sometimes we don't need to ball

Gunshots bring out, everybody hang out

Yellow tape party, all over we sang out

I don't like this feeling, ain't nothing that appealing

Bout reminiscing, over you

My God I couldn't cry cause your mama couldn't stop crying

And that's hard, lord I wish my folks would stopped dying

But who am I to say it wasn't your time to black out?

You betted all on a spot I guess you crapped out

For the finer thangs, and did we chase

We told your patience it was funny, how the thing we love, can make us hate ourselves

Russian roulette table, I gotta bet safer

You gotta know when to fold your cards

When you ain't able to reach into that dash when that

Jackal up and flashed that, brass like, give me all you got or that's your ass

That's all that it would took, the house got me shook

Cause ain't no point spread, but God doing books

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Big KRIT]

Life is a gamble feel like I'm rambling sometimes

Like what the fuck I'm sposed to say in this rhyme

I shed tears and they won't come back

I said the word and they won't run back

My slot machine was broken this time

Ain't no tokens, I can't redeem to preserve the focus of mine

So many died and I'm scared it's just a matter of time

For I'm lifted myself, six people I know

Ain't been in church in a while, I heard I reap what I sow

Casket close, Caddy doors, can't commemorate

This tracks my gurney, my verse can be the ventilator

So I breathe, cause Loathing in Las Vegas wasn't meant for me

Too scared I'll stay too long and forget where I'm really meant to be

Heaven maybe, heaven lately, but all these lights are captivating

I had to play it, for the sake of me and mine

Lord, I pray I hit it big this time

[Hook]