Yes I, yes I, yes I should,
Yes I, yes I, yes I should,
Yes I, yes I, yes I should,
Bet, on myself again
She fuck with me the long way like a run-on, so they stutter
She flick boys like a camera but you could never shutter
God made me like laminate so I'm covered you can't touch my
Paper, hater, traitor, nay sayer
Air em out, dirty laundry how I put load in
You like to stall, wait, and crash like computer loading
Hunnit percent from the field yeah I'm fully loaded
Sent my prayers up, I know that the blessings loading so I say
Yes I, yes I, yes I should,
Yes I, yes I, yes I should,
Yes I, yes I, yes I should,
Bet, on myself again
I wrote through the madness puzzling lines to lines
The beauty of penning these rhymes
10 years strong in it for the long haul this how I live my life
I take a bet put it on myself I'm really out rolling the dice
Not talking no craps
I'm talking bout making these dollars
From singing bout beauties and uglies of life
Triple 7 all the blessing a higher power type of cheat code
Attacking the basket
Hit the and 1 and make them free throws
Lettem know that I'm lethal
Killa killa developed that instinct
Ain't no jam in the reel I'm in sync
SONIT season they sleeping that's risky
Yes I, yes I, yes I should,
Yes I, yes I, yes I should,
Yes I, yes I, yes I should,
Bet, on myself again
