Kill White T...

Hey hey, hey hey [Intro] Yeah, amateurs and vets... Step up and place your bets Life is on the line... Trifling all the time too, how they do I got something for them baby, I'ma bet it all [Verse 1] The king of spades laid across the green felt The ace of spades was the next card gon' be dealt I had that black queen under my thumb Looking at the dealer like the time had finally come I slid across all my chips, and Kissed my queen across her glossy lips when I Seen a officer getting his pistol gripped and I said Fuck that shit man this is it, see they Always gotta take a nigga life his rices, hopes Vices, the coke, books, pistols and his dough And some more shit, shit I can't even quote But I'm gettin' out the heat and tellin' 'em nope Hey hey, hey hey [Hook] In the groove I'm in the groove In the jam I'm in the jam [Verse 2] Yeah I'm in the jam where all my folks go Where the dogs blow money at the bitches hoes That every fuckin' thing will turn up roses And the big bright flag heeds all our poses I believe in my TV and buy cake with my rent and Party all nasty like it don't make sense I'm in the groove where all my folks move Where the cars get you pussy and all the liquor smooth And if you be a little different than us it's funny And you can even play yourself if it's for some money Now you hate bitches but you love money And if you ain't convinced than I can go get my gunny I'm on the train where all my folks in Where the niggas hate love and pray for sin And if you want satisfaction be a star and spend And all the babies on the street puttin' it all into action, it's Midnight sharp like the clothes on a pimp You gotta kick it like it don't make sense I'm on that high where all my folks fly, where the Crowd will make you sky if you just get rich or die Never let 'em see you smile or try or cry, and the Chain in the video, that's paradise and I Believe in my labels and in my mirror's a prince and I'm So conceived but unconvinced I'm on that spot where all my folks drop Tryna grind and shine and climb on top Drugs and liquor strike you rich but really not Just like spinners lookin' like we going when we really stopped Ah man I pops that all my folks run Shoot for the stars to get us some That eternal heart dance beat never done, taking Hella chance under the moon and sun, twenty one! [Outro: Lightnin' Rod] *Gunshots* I dropped and spun, firing two rounds from my gun While spoon covered Grit with his shit This caught the greys by surprise And I put two slugs 'twixt they eyes Then we used Grit's body to split