Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Kiante
DZ8
Musicality
We in here (uh)
[Chorus]
Idle death gamble, chips on the table
Life on the line, I’m callin’ it fatal
All of these sins, stackin’ like cables
Pray for my soul, I play with the angels
Idle death gamble, pockets unstable
Gun in the drawer, cross on the label
Talk to the dark, dance with the halo
Either I’m rich, or I die at the table (at the table)
[Verse 1 – Kiante]
Woke up with rage in my ribs
Blood on my tongue, still bitein’ my lips
Mama keep callin’ me back to the crib
Devil keep tellin’ me run up a lick
Tired of the crumbs, I’m starvin’ for this
Card in my palm, that’s life that I risk
Snake in the grass, I sharpen the shiv
If it’s a coffin, I’m callin’ it crib
I don’t do threats, I cash ‘em
I don’t do talk, I blast ‘em (boom)
Heard he want smoke, then ash him
Turn that boy past tense, caption
I been on edge, I been off meds
All of these voices crowdin’ my head
One say “pray”, one say “spray”
One want peace, one want pay
[Chorus]
Idle death gamble, chips on the table
Life on the line, I’m callin’ it fatal
All of these sins, stackin’ like cables
Pray for my soul, I play with the angels
Idle death gamble, pockets unstable
Gun in the drawer, cross on the label
Talk to the dark, dance with the halo
Either I’m rich, or I die at the table
[Verse 2 – DZ8]
I don’t need sleep, I need targets
I don’t need love, I need margins
Came from the deep, where they heartless
Turn gold teeth into coffins
Whole block watch when I clock in
Black hoody drown in the toxins
Pop one time, that’s a plot twist
White chalk line on the concrete
I been in pain so long, it’s normal
I been in rain so long, it’s formal
Heard that he sweet, that boy cordial
I make him ghost, ain’t talkin’ paranormal
Russian roulette in the whip
Spinnin’ the drum with a grin on my lip
God in my ear like “son don’t trip”
Devil in back say “empty the clip” (yeah)
[Chorus]
Idle death gamble, chips on the table
Life on the line, I’m callin’ it fatal
All of these sins, stackin’ like cables
Pray for my soul, I play with the angels
Idle death gamble, pockets unstable
Gun in the drawer, cross on the label
Talk to the dark, dance with the halo
Either I’m rich, or I die at the table
[Verse 3 – Musicality]
They said I’m cursed, I said I’m chosen
Heart still hurtin’, face stay frozen
Ink on my arms, that’s pain I’m exposin’
Still take aim if the door ain’t open
Back of the church, that’s row five
Still smell smoke in my clothes when I cry
Hands in the air, that’s praise or a crime
Judge can’t tell, he just readin’ my time
Look in my eyes, you see bets
Look at my life, you see debt
Bullet or Bible, what’s next
Circle of rivals, I’m blessed
If I gotta go, let me go with the family (family)
Neck on glow, but the soul feel anemic (cold)
One more roll, if I win they believe me
Lose that throw, then the choir gon’ sing me (amen)
[Chorus]
Idle death gamble, chips on the table
Life on the line, I’m callin’ it fatal
All of these sins, stackin’ like cables
Pray for my soul, I play with the angels
Idle death gamble, pockets unstable
Gun in the drawer, cross on the label
Talk to the dark, dance with the halo
Either I
Style
rapaggressive trap beat with detuned bell loopsnarling 808sand crisp hi-hats; three male vocals: gritty mainraspy hypeand smooth-but-menacing guest. verses spit double-time pocketshook opens into a chant with stacked gang vocals and heavy stereo ad-libs. occasional bass drops and tape-stop effects heighten bar punches; mix keeps vocal upfront and raw.hardcorebeats
Prompt
Kiante Mance- Idle Death Gamble (featuring DZ8 & Musicality), male, rap, trap, beats, hardcore
Credits
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OrganicSignal300GeneratedMar 20, 2026
ModelAria v5