Doors to pick,
two or three.
One is already
starting off empty.
Play the stats the choice you just made
make again, or play it through to bitter end.
Two hands behind my back,
double or nothing,
how you going to act.
Choose wisely, I'm not on call
and don't call if your shit got stepped on
so how you going to act?
I don't practice the books or try to stack
the odds against what you want to do
so I never pack,
I keep it close so if you want
you can give up that ghost
when your arm twitches
don't try to talk to me
like I'm one of them witches,
one of them suckers
one of them unlit bulb mother fuckers,
stand back and make me wonder
if you got one of them clack clack
make you wonders
behind your back
or don't. I'm here for the same reasons
you think you are,
headlights still on at the front of the car.
Engine running. Still funning,
small talking like I give a shit,
are we doing or are you gonna keep trying
to spit conveniences.
Let's do. This ain't about me
and it ain't about you.
I got no time to track niggas down,
I got no time to track players out of town.
I gotta eat and you gotta put some of that heat
into the seat of something you can love
so stop treating our shit with kid gloves.
I'm trying to transact and
what you're doing is not on the books,
by hook and by crook, leave that junk at home
if you want to be free, it's the laws
governing our bubble
that you have to begin to own.
