Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Harper at the bar, leanin' on the chrome
Standards low, but he don't wanna go home
Eyes on the room, got a risky little grin
Pocket full of hope and a half-dead win
He wants one dance, then a lucky hand
Tomorrow got a pigeon shoot and a money plan
Makers and Sprite, ice clinkin' in the cup
He talk big game when the night start jumpin' up
[Pre-Chorus]
Love um leave um, that's the rule he know
One girl's smile, and his guard go slow
He say, "If she call, then I might just fold"
If she roll through, he might strike gold
[Chorus]
Let's gamble, rap
Let's gamble, rap
Harper bettin' hard
On a spark in the dark
Let's gamble, rap
Let's gamble, rap
He might leave with a queen
And a little more luck than he asked for
[Verse 2]
Black girl walk in, clean fit, sharp eyes
Harper straight froze like he caught sunrise
She laughed at his line, said, "Boy, you bold"
He said, "Baby, I'm a mess, but I might got gold"
He said, "Tomorrow's big money, got a shot to take
Need a little good luck for the hand I make"
She sipped her drink, then she raised that brow
Said, "You better play smart if you want me now"
[Pre-Chorus]
Love um leave um, that's the rule he know
One girl's smile, and his guard go slow
He say, "If she call, then I might just fold"
If she roll through, he might strike gold
[Chorus]
Let's gamble, rap
Let's gamble, rap
Harper bettin' hard
On a spark in the dark
Let's gamble, rap
Let's gamble, rap
He might leave with a queen
And a little more luck than he asked for
[Bridge]
Dealer of the night, she cut that truth
Said, "You want a chance? Then act like you
Don’t just talk, don't bluff, don't boast
Put your heart on the table, then you get the most"
Harper nodded slow, no more frontin' now
Changed his whole stride when she looked him down
One last sip, then he took that chance
Tomorrow in the dirt, tonight in a dance
[Chorus]
Let's gamble, rap
Let's gamble, rap
Harper bettin' hard
On a spark in the dark
Let's gamble, rap
Let's gamble, rap
He might leave with a queen
And a little more luck than he asked for
Style
rap with half-time bouncetrunk-rattling 808sclipped hi-hat chatterand a grimy late-night groove; verse rides sparse kick and bass with tight internal rhymespre-chorus opens up with stacked chants and a filtered snare liftchorus snaps into a short hook with gang vocals and delay throws on the key phrasebridge drops to near-silence before the final burst. close-mic male vocalsdry and confident in versesshouted doubles on the hookbright punchy mix with vinyl crackle transitions and a sharp riser into each drop.raplow
Prompt
Harper is at the bar
standards low and he’s gunna take a girl home
Black girl might change his luck for the big money pigeon shoot tomorrow
Makers and sprite drinks
Love um leave um
Let’s gamble, rap
Credits
Prompt by
JCDUCKHUNTER417
JCDUCKHUNTER417GeneratedApr 25, 2026
ModelAria v5.5