Big K.R.I.T. - Life Is A Gamble lyrics

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Big K.R.I.T. - Life Is A Gamble lyrics

[Intro:] Life is a gamble, oh baby Where you win or loose Life is a gamble [Hook: BJ the Chicago Kid] They say life (is a gamble) So be careful when you shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em They say life (is a gamble) So be careful when you shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em [Verse 1: Big KRIT] I roll the dice one time for my folks that died off Rep the side they believed in but they sidle off Let me toss a seven for the ones won't see tomorrow Cast those shippings for sometimes we don't need to ball Gunshots bring out, everybody hang out Yellow tape party, all over we sang out I don't like this feeling, ain't nothing that appealing Bout reminiscing, over you My God I couldn't cry cause your mama couldn't stop crying And that's hard, lord I wish my folks would stopped dying But who am I to say it wasn't your time to black out? You betted all on a spot I guess you crapped out For the finer thangs, and did we chase We told your patience it was funny, how the thing we love, can make us hate ourselves Russian roulette table, I gotta bet safer You gotta know when to fold your cards When you ain't able to reach into that dash when that Jackal up and flashed that, bra** like, give me all you got or that's your a** That's all that it would took, the house got me shook Cause ain't no point spread, but God doing books [Hook] [Verse 2: Big KRIT] Life is a gamble feel like I'm rambling sometimes Like what the f** I'm sposed to say in this rhyme I shed tears and they won't come back I said the word and they won't run back My slot machine was broken this time Ain't no tokens, I can't redeem to preserve the focus of mine So many died and I'm scared it's just a matter of time For I'm lifted myself, six people I know Ain't been in church in a while, I heard I reap what I sow Casket close, Caddy doors, can't commemorate This tracks my gurney, my verse can be the ventilator So I breathe, cause Loathing in Las Vegas wasn't meant for me Too scared I'll stay too long and forget where I'm really meant to be Heaven maybe, heaven lately, but all these lights are captivating I had to play it, for the sake of me and mine Lord, I pray I hit it big this time [Hook]

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