Pet Zebra x Bill$up - Rolled The Dice

Yeah... Yeah
Big Chill God shit
Lighting this weed off the Ma'fuccin candle
Big Zebra
You know they call me Peezy
From here to there…
You can see the pain in my face from every sip I take
The greatest walking no debate
Big blue face yeah we trying make
Big trapped out move through every state
Cut you off you turn coat
Big blunt so it burn slow
Get a bigger load you'll earn more
Told her call me Zebra
I been kicking doors to earn my stripes
Can't love you bitch
I love my Glock
It's been there for me my whole life
Plotting on my newest heist
Trying make it triple twice
Uh huh…
Only God know how many times I really Rolled The Dice
Trying stack it to a large amount
My shooter only cost a perc
Praying for them better days
I know my dawg seen worse
If you can't feel my shit we can't relate
Niggas really weak but call it hate
Or call it fake
How you living
How you rapping
Ain't the same
I went off on your word
And put my last in it
Shoot like Cole Bennett
Big racks playing Tennis
We going spin again
Until the nigga finished
Mirror, mirror on the wall
I just want to ball
Got crawl before you walk
Wizard with the rock John Wall
Get in my lane I cut you off
I was stressing smoking Black n Milds
Just trying fill a habit
Had no bag
Turned me a savage
Miss the days my cuz was trapping out the addic
At Grandma house
Singer Place
Purple Haze
Sour Diesel
In my heart there's good and evil
Cross me you going meet the reaper
It's getting cold , keep a heater
Big chiefer
I'm one of one
She don't suck me good then I might leave her
Until I come…
Like I been coming to the racks
It's like I ordered wings
How?
Cause I want em' all flat!
I'm my mommas only son
Walking pharmacist filling prescription
I been smoking blunts of dope
I don't know how i failed chemist
Sticking to my business
You will see them rot
If I don't take care
Montier…
You don't want to know how much I made there
Take care
I'm smoking at the top you got no place here
Shit I can't remember
Last time we had a safe year
So many bodies dropping I can't even shed a fake tear
I'm a pull up in the hood
In any state
I feel safe there
You can see the pain in my face from every sip I take
The greatest walking no debate
Big blue face yeah we trying make
Big trapped out move through every state
Cut you off you turn coat
Big blunt so it burn slow
Get a bigger load you'll earn more
Told her call me Zebra
I been kicking doors to earn my stripes
Can't love you bitch
I love my Glock
It's been there for me my whole life
Plotting on my newest heist
Trying make it triple twice
Uh huh…
Only God know how many times I really Rolled The Dice

Written by:
Joel Kellem

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