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Song title: Lavell Jones - Gamble

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[Intro: Lavell Jones]
Uh oh, the bros is at it again, last track made me so entitled to win
Derrell on the beat, tell me when will it end
But I’m down for the gamble, put my chips all in

[Verse 1: Lavell Jones]
If it’s all eyes on me then I guess it’s do or D.I.E.
And if I don’t then I’ll R.I.P. but I’m really R.A.R.E.
But that’s just me, and I don’t really know about them
Life is real so I don’t know about Sims
I’ve been to church so I can tell you about sins they told me dumb it down so they can understand him
Wait, what y’all don’t get it? Should I dumb it down and be more specific?
But I stay my style and I stay original I’m sorry I ain’t dumb and I got some wisdom
Mayne, don’t get punched in the tooth, watch me get loose, all in this booth
Got a BMW watch me drop that roof, got em more F’d up then a hundred proof
Mayne, proof is in the putting, work is what I’m putting in so I’m getting out, what I’m putting in, so it all rounds out so I’m good in the end when it all works out
And that’s, wordplay for you, ain’t effin up just foreplay for you
They don’t want you to get more and more for you but that’s how the world is mayne
They hate you then they love you
They leave you then they want you
I’ve seen it all before, sorry gotta go, I can’t sell my soul
I gotta stay true, I gotta gamble
All my chips are in, tryna’ place the chips in them, and them is us
What you think is up, the world it sucks nigga suck it up, up
And pucker up those lips and kiss my use of adjectives with this spin of illustrious, nouns and all these predicates
I’m intelligent and to me, you’re irrelevant, so I guess we’ll just settle it but, I gamble.

[Hook: Lavell Jones]
Really I’m a different kinda animal
You should really tune into my channel
Eatin’ niggas up like a cannibal
Pause, Hannibal, ah gamble
Something that these niggas can’t handle
Winning this race in my sandals
Putting rapper’s heads on mantels, they can’t handle when I gamble

[Verse 2: Derrell Peoples]
You know we came to do it, two dope brothers making too much dope music
Usually I be cooling yeah my mother made a cutie but don't get it misconstrued it’s
Not a thing nigga, it's just the Rare Individual gang nigga
A bunch of strange niggas making change nigga before we David Blaine nigga
What the heck you think this is boy? I'll tell you what your weakness is boy
You thinking you’re competing with the black Jesus amongst a bunch of young geniuses boy
Man you dudes lack in passion, I'm a Thriller in the booth like a young Michael Jackson
I'm just bringing to reality whatever I imagine, you just talk and ain't nothing gonna happen
Ladies & gentlemen welcome to the sound of the century
Witness me go down into history
All because of this, I am simply the best since genesis, to infinity
I make believers out of niggas full of doubt, and alleviate the nonsense that they rambling about
The flow fresh like water from a spout so it's me who is needed to abbreviate the drought
Bang, you niggas know the name, you other monkey rappers can't hang with the gang it’s
Not a thing we focused and our aim is, to open unconscious minds and get famous
I don’t know what to do, have I lost on what’s true do I gotta scream “you” just to make a mil?
Or just to reach my goal, do I gotta sell my soul, do I gotta make a dance just to get a deal?
I don’t know, but I know I’m gon’ find out soon, feelin’ like a nigga dreams coming true, cause the team been bringing that boom
That was cool, but really dog it ain't nothing new
See for me this is really what we do, whereas for you it be like boo
That was predictable, but really dog it's time to quit the bull
Cause the times that we're living in are critical, you can't be a prince if you’re living life pitiful
So I’m just gambling mayne, I'm just gamble mayne
Who would've knew momma boy would've grew to be a gambling mayne, I'm just a gambling man.

[Interlude: Derrell Peoples]
If it’s all eyes on me then I guess it's DO or D.I.E.
And I don’t then I’ll R.I.P

[Verse 3: Lavell Jones]
Two dice in my hand like I’m ready to roll
Been waiting on my time yeah, so I’m ready to go
Got ex’s they sending me X’s and O’s
Me I’m tryna’ expand, get more folks out to the shows
And really, that’s on some real ish though
Tryna’ expand the rare brand like let’s push these clothes
With, that being said y’all come and get these clothes
Listen to the lyrics and the instrumental
Cause, it’s instrumental to it all
Tryna’ step in, shut down malls
Tryna’ step out, win awards
Tryna’ perform, hear applause
That’s my name, welcome to the search, glad that you came
What it’s hittin’ for? What’s your aim?
Where the business go? Man it came
What you want? What you got?
You got a little, you got a lot
You want a plane? You want a watch?
You want a boat? You want a yacht?
Well yawk yawk, get it
Know some niggas that wanna pop my fitted
But for this game I am so dang fitted that it be horrific if I’m not terrific
That’s terrifying, will I make it in this game that’s more than likely
Will I try to do the right thing like Spike Lee
Electrifying now we’re flying
High, before my flight leave
This newness is so exciting
Rare music is so defying
That means I’m gambling, you don’t like it bite me