Hook – Life of Gambling! (Woman voice)
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Life of gambling—no peace, just cinema. (Cinema)
Dice roll deep, but the cost ain't minimum. (See)
She sold pride for a Benz and adrenaline.
Now she prays in stilettos, chasing dividends. (See)
No plan B, no edits, no script to run—
Just cracked dreams and a spotlight gun. (Cinema)
Verse 1 – Life of Gambling! (2Pac’svoice)
1. Lock me on that pad, like you gonna play me joypad. (See)
2. Screening faces for da that right pass,
3. Damn! That person, wait minute,
4. All I see in here defines what we all call dark–passion. (I see)
5. Passing trying to capture passengers on action – live on part and parcel. (See)
6. Barcelona minds on auction, fumbling on a thing called satisfaction.
7. Gambling—No plan B suicidal true path,
But still throwing bees, my dice stuck on a tree sparks! (Bark)
8. Picture me breathing on a space no oxygen but high on lactogen.
9. All bat's seem unfavorable to peep
10. Peers are hard on crack not to keep
11. Thier plan is just bring, all these and that! Beings!
12. What!
13. Was that your last piece–you played, no tease! Can we reverse it, still have no peace.
14. Crack it! To assure you–my friend, we can't compromise our rules!
15. Of course there is no room (Cinema)
🎤 Verse 2 – Life of Gambling! (2Pac's voice)
1. She rocked silk heels, but her soul got taxed—
2. Blew her chips on a man with a phantom, now she backtracked.
3. Lipstick smeared like the deal went south,
4. Now she auctionin’ pride just to feed her mouth. (See)
5. High rollers flashin’ stacks, she flashin’ pain,
6. Tryna cash in loss, but the cost insane.
7. “Baby, I was born to win,” she said—then sold that line,
8. To a man with a Benz and a heart made of pine. (See)
9. Dice gods laughin’—ain’t no refund in the scroll,
10. Just bodies on display, and receipts for the soul.
11. Champagne dreams, but the bubbles pop quick,
12. She traded legacy for a moment that won’t stick.
13. “Was it worth it?”—echoed in the mirror’s face,
14. But the mirror cracked, couldn’t hold her grace.
15. Life of gambling—no peace, just cinema. (Cinema)
Verse 3 (2Pac's Voice)
1. Tap that tab—now you locked in a loop,
2. Digital dice rollin’, soul caught in the soup. (See)
3. Tablet twitchin’—every swipe a new fix,
4. Bet your breath on pixels, now you deep in the mix.
5. “Just one more spin,”—that’s the gospel of the lost,
6. But the scroll don’t refund when you pay that cost. (See)
7. Notifications buzz like demons in disguise,
8. Jackpot dreams, but the truth never lies.
9. She sold her sleep for a flashin’ screen,
10. Now her mind glitchin’—can’t reboot the scene.
11. Addiction coded in the app’s design,
12. You chase the win, but it rewrites your spine. (See)
13. Tablet’s the preacher, casino’s the church,
14. You tithe your time, but still left in the dirt.
15. Life of gambling—no peace, just cinema. (Cinema)
