Against the Wall - Dice Raw

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

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

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