Gamblin’

[Chorus: Baby Gos]
I cut my veins and watch 'em bleed
Because I like it when the pain hits
Look into my eyes and you know
I'm not on no fake shit
All about my bag I don't pop out
I'm out your ranges
Crying every night you hear my pain know
I can't fake this
Woah
Why can't I just feel some shit?
Better question
Why can't I just heal this bitch?
Falling into madness
Call my moms
I'm losing it
Roll the dice tonight
All my life been gambling

[Verse 1: Baby Gos]
I just slid her 150 UG
I think that she peaking
Shorty got down on her knees
Convinced me
That she needed Jesus
I be stressing
I can't take it
Who got a short
'Cause I'm fiending?
Fact, I made it by myself
So take your hand back
I don't need it

Who elsе hear the voices talking right now?
Whеn you're used to darkness light can get loud
Tell that pussy fucker I said pipe down
I think that he love 'cause my names always in his mouth

I feel like nothing
I be cutting
I can't fucking deal
When I walk outside
I feel like nothings really real
I be running
I feel numb
And I don't wanna live
Would you be mad
If I fucked around
And crashed the whip?
Drift
Like I'm late
To my shift
Bet this
I be running to the chips
But don't trip
Always got the tool
Equipped on my hip
I won't miss
Smoke a cig
Put it out my wrist

People they come
And they go
So I focus on me
And I run to the check
How you gonna switch up me
When I thought we was bros?
I mean no disrespect
But I cannot rock with a lame
Get the fuck out my face
And I put that on god
I let you in
Let you crash at my place
Should've known from the start
That it was a facade

[Chorus: Baby Gos]
I cut my veins and watch 'em bleed
Because I like it when the pain hits
Look into my eyes and you know
I'm not on no fake shit
All about my bag I don't pop out
I'm out your ranges
Crying every night you hear my pain know
I can't fake this
Woah
Why can't I just feel some shit?
Better question
Why can't I just heal this bitch?
Falling into madness
Call my moms
I'm losing it
Roll the dice tonight
All my life been gambling

[Verse 2: Kid Andre]
Life is a bitch full of problems
But I handle her
This ain't Hollywood
You won't see me with no handler
Make my own decisions
And say fuck you to the cameras
The way I take the chance
Got me feeling like a gambler
Say you man enough, boy
I could see the bitch in you
Add you to list of all the people I'ont listen to
Come up might be slower
But I'll never take the victim route
'Cause Ion stick around for pity party's
I ain't sitting through

Tell me where was you
When my wrist was shredded
Life was going downhill
Like the bitch was just sledding
Now they see me on the screen
Shoutout to eleven
And when the pressure get too much
I bet you break like the levee
I ain't beating round the bush
Or dapping up any phonies
I know y'all think that you the shit
But you some fuckin jabronis
If you ain't hailing from the woods
I promise that you don't know me
To those that watch but don't support
I hope you pussies die slowly
Bitch