Lyrics

Alright, wes It's the landlord bastard take more chances Got no money in my hands Used to be in the Chi' Westside gamblin' Two dice, no pass line Rules we handled Six-eight, five-nine, I was 14 I lost 25 bucks and caused a whole scene I went back home and I ain't mention a thing But I couldn't wait to play again, I was a fiend Yeah Where it's at, yeah Gotta get it Where it's at Gamblin' and I'm spendin' Where's it at Get it, then I got it Where it's at Gotta put it in my pocket, yeah Oh-six, one-way Amtrak Train Chi-town to Penn station Tryin' to get it mane 23 years old with a trash brain I only showed up with 400 cash mane Having dreams was the only thing I had planned If I ain't make it Man, it would've been a damn shame I went to the show straight off the damn train Didn't even unpack I showed up with my bags, mane I showed up with my bags And that's a fact With 400 cash and that was that And went to NY just to get it Showed up with nothin' But my ticket Where it's at, yeah Where it's at Where it's at, yeah Gotta get it Where it's at, yeah Trying to find Where it's at Yo Made my first mil 2013 Before the Cosby shit 10k to beat three-oh-five It was some sloppy shit Six-sixteen for the building I put the cash in Pandemic came around I wish I hadn't spent Drinking cost me millions Shit, I should be double digits Yeah, I had some trouble with it Humbled by some dumb decisions Fumbled bags and funny missions Gambled cash, some was trickin' Hockey games, strippers, hoes Had 'em over, some was winning Spread 'em out, hedge your bets Yeah, you know split the difference Ain't gotta win 'em all Just gotta win the big ones Smooth slide when I fall Dust off, new beginning Eshu Tune, trust the mission I.M.M., it's over hit it
Writer(s): Hannibal Buress Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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