Bad Gamble

[P. BLACKK] Got a lot riding on this I got to make it Got a lot riding on this If it's not given to me I gotta take it Got a lot riding on this And I could never fake it [Verse P. Blackk] I ain't got time for all that shuckin & jivin' People fronting on me I put that fronting behind them It's all from my heart and soul I got soul and heart going off ain't got time for weak rhymin' I'm going hard Ain't got time for punchlines That shit weak Since I was piss poor, been sending emcees up shits creek You feel me? When I was 8, I had sixteens I was cocky since sixteen Cause I was nice since fifteen Now that's a young age to be stunting on them But I was rapping about things I couldn't stomach hommie Like killing folks, and selling drugs and killing hoes I'm glad my momma found all my rhymes under my clothes Then one afternoon when I came back from school At sixteen it's funny what a spanking could do I stopped cussing A month later I started bustin' [Then?] Fly Union, a year later and starting buzzing Then I dropped come clean with the hommie Wii Which was at first, for his CD I lost sight of the fact that god made me to shine And I really hate the athiest lines so please forgive me Keep fucking with me I'm getting in touch with myself and keeping in touch With those who have been fucking with me, from the beginning These losers mad cause I'm winning And I'm taking all my close ones with me [Hook:] [Verse P. Blackk] I'm kind of shy, don't take my shyness for rudeness Because when y'all show love that's more reason to do this And I does this, it's not cause I have to It's cause I'm glad to I swear music be like fast food I'm take my time the righteous path in front of me And I was born to shine My stars are aligned Don't make rapper fat food my mind is only mine And no one else can possess it And if I'm not saying what's on it That's like taboo I give my life away for [dees?] if I had to I'm allergic to peanuts, almonds and cashews Suckers, busters, hoes saying they know me I don't know you mother fuckers Niggas saying they know me I don't know you mother fuckers As far as I'm concerned ya'll some blood suckers Who you trying to be? I'm trying to be myself and only me So you phony to me I ain't no pimp, I ain't no player I ain't indie I ain't major I ain't stuck on keeping it too 'G' I tell you what I am; I'm a man who that can fall where I stand Living with the decisions I maybe and maybe That'll hurt me in the long run But at least I got to do what I want And I wouldn't do it different Nigga, are you hearing or are you listening? There's a difference [Hook:]