Against The Wall

[Verse: Rone] Lipstick on the collar of the tux A-F, on the links of my cuff Tired eyes, and a face full of scruff The right cut, diamond in the rough Sitting in the spot, they were hoping to be Drinking on scotch that's older than me Yeah, I don't think I let the flutes clink And the coat's mink, and filet so pink I play the hot hand, it's too hot to handle If I can't lose, it can't be a gamble Pair of Jacks, hundred on black Card in my sleeve with the wind at my back Frank, Dean, Sammy, where's my kudos Young mac, puffing on mac and noodles Trying to live right, pay that price Fight or flight, I'mma roll that dice [Hook: Dice Raw] My backs against the wall The odds are stacked against me It's a sure thing I lose, no way that you'll convince me I haven't slept at all, had the same suit on for days Pulled out my last dollar and I played it how it lays My backs against the wall The odds are stacked against me It's a sure thing I lose, no way that you'll convince me I haven't slept at all, had the same suit on for days Pulled out my last dollar and I played it how it lays Play it how it lays, play it how it lays Play it how it lays, play it how it lays [Verse 2: Dice Raw] Big ego, black tuxedo Sexy young ladies that go where ever we go Still my 'M', 'O', is the word 'N', 'O' Can't remember yes, like Memento Brand new jag, it still feel like a pinto Hard pimp hand, but soft ass pen-flow But funny thing is I'm far from a pimp though I just know the game the way, that it should go Truthfully hate the way that it's going But I'm still flowing, and I'm still holding Kicked the bar to Rone, Rone kicked to [?] And then kicked the mother fuckers that's down and keep on rolling Was a bum in the window glancing Never had a chance in the global expansion Now I'm in the mansion, living room dancing Looking handsome, drinking, romancing [Hook]