[Intro instrumental]
[Verse 1]
Think about robbing a bank, fucking thoughts heavy as gold bricks,
The damn casino calls my name, plotting licks, stacking tricks.
Eyes on the chips, pockets screaming for a feast,
Hunger ain’t a metaphor, it’s a bitch of a monster, unleashed.
Cameras blink, but I’m shadow-slick with my glide,
Violin strings sing, tension riding on my stride.
Dealer’s eyes like my ops cold, cards whisper under breath,
I’m gambling with time, a dance with the devil , life and death.
[Bridge 1]
Pit bosses watching, the cameras confess,
Every blink’s a gamble, every glance a test.
The violin cries, like a warning in disguise,
But hunger deafens truth, fucking greed clouds the skies.
[Pre-Chorus]
Breath held tight, shadows dance with the flame,
Every step I take, I’m rewriting the game.
Whispers in the dark say fortune’s my prey,
One wrong fucking move and it all fades away.
[Chorus]
The chips in my hand, the stakes in my soul,
Poker face locked, the dice start to roll.
Roulette spins, fate’s wheel in my gaze,
What will I play? This is my struggle every day.
[Verse 2]
Double doors open, motherfucking lights blind like a comet,
Vault dreams, I’m a star on a criminal sonnet.
Stacks taller than lies that bitch ass politicians sell,
If heaven’s got a price, I’m buying out hell.
Violin screeches, strings cut the air raw,
My heartbeat’s the tempo, pulse breaking the law.
Security tight, but my wit’s a razor blade,
Blueprints in my mind, a fortune to invade.
[Bridge 2]
Jackpot or jail, that’s the double blades edge,
Balancing my sins on the dealer’s pledge.
Echoes of violins, a requiem of greed,
Do I fold, hell no I feed the hunger I breed?
[Pre-Chorus]
Breath held tight, shadows dance with the flame,
Every step I take, I’m rewriting the game.
Whispers in the dark say fortune’s my prey,
One wrong fucking move and it all fades away.
[Chorus]
The chips in my hand, the stakes in my soul,
Poker face locked, the dice start to roll.
Roulette spins, fate’s wheel in my gaze,
What will I play? This is my struggle every day.
[Break]
[Outro]
Cards fall silent, chips scatter on the damn floor,
Dreams bought in blood no fucking cashing at the door.
Violins fade, shadows swallow my name,
Fortune or ruin—it’s the same damn game.
[Fade out]
Denway
