Ace In My Pocket

[Verse 1]
Ace in my pocket
Dice in my hand
Last chip talking
“Got one more plan”
Card folds, cold table
Dealer don’t blink
Whole crew laughing
I just need one drink
Wallet like “nah”
Heart like “go”
Stomach say “bro
you already broke”
Still I stand up
Chair slide back
If luck got a number
I’m dialed in black
[Chorus]
Ace in my pocket, nothing in my jeans
Living off smoke, selling old dreams
Drinks in the air, but the wallet saying “please”
High life talk on these low life fees
Ace in my pocket, praying for a flip
Rich in the stories, poor on the slip
Laugh through the loss, toast to the risk
Broke boy balling on a wish (on a wish)
[Verse 2]
Bartender smirk
Tab too tall
“Run that back?”
I can’t run at all
Phone on mute
Bills in heat
Landlord love
When we finally speak
But I love that rush
When the glass gets raised
When the whole spot buzz
And my name on stage
Pocket full of lint
Mind full of gold
Betting on tomorrow
With today on hold
[Chorus]
Ace in my pocket, nothing in my jeans
Living off smoke, selling old dreams
Drinks in the air, but the wallet saying “please”
High life talk on these low life fees
Ace in my pocket, praying for a flip
Rich in the stories, poor on the slip
Laugh through the loss, toast to the risk
Broke boy balling on a wish (yeah, on a wish)

rap, Grimy boom-bap drums with a swung head-nod groove, dusty jazz chops and a rubbery bassline. Male vocals, close and conversational on the verses, then bigger doubles and ad-libs in the hook. Subtle vinyl crackle and chopped vocal stabs, track builds from sparse first verse to a fuller, rowdy last chorus.