Lyrics Against the Wall - Dice Raw

Against the Wall

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