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Mali Angels – Bet On Yourself Lyrics

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Mali Angels – Bet On Yourself Lyrics

Hook:
Roll a dice, bet on yourself

Better get up and do for yourself

That nigga pussy, give em the belt

Gas in my lungs, top of the shelf

Meek mill, heaven or hell

Uh, feel like hell in a cell

Can’t fuck with a rat I ain’t fucking with 12

Uh, you ain’t saved by the bell

Come with a Mac never a dell

If they hating wishing them well

Made a call to my momma from jail

Said I’m here and I know you won’t fail

Shit I knew I will always prevail

Give me the pen now I’m giving em hell

Smoking that Za you could tell by the smell

Niggas lie and they tell on themselves

Im a tweak

I gotta chill

Mama told me stop playing the field

Losing brothers ,shit getting a real

Gotta grind till I get me a deal

Gotta chance to compete in Miami

So I gotta put on for the family

Imma rap ain’t no time for a plan b

Gotta put on for momma and granny

In the building I pay my deposit

I had to change my horizons

It ain’t all about Rollies and diamonds

It’s about if you really on timing

Lil booty, shawty a demon

Casamigo i tell em i need it

If you reach now a Nigga teaching

You a fool you ain’t playing no defense

I don’t follow nigga im a leader

I’m a tweak I was never a tweeter

Niggas know I don’t feen for a feature

I’m a keep her if shawty a keeper

Stepping in shaking the spot

Heard they watching the ice on my watch

Fuck a circle a I got me a dot

Shawty shaking she fuck with my bop

Roll a dice, bet on yourself

Better get up and do for yourself

That nigga pussy, give em the belt

Gas in my lungs, top of the shelf

This rap shit more than a hobby

Shit I know it pay more than the lobby

I’ll wait for a label to sign me

I’m working harder than Rocky

Giving my all yes indeed

He twitching hard like a feen

Kicks lighting up Billie Jean

Shit I’m Tryna see me and mine eat

Bitch I’m too hood for that hip shit

Boy I’m too real for the fake shit

I work the night and the day shift

I’m on some go and get paid shit

Im a tweak

I gotta chill

Mama told me stop playing the field

Losing brothers ,shit getting a real

Gotta grind till I get me a deal

I’m tryna get me a mansion

Shawty she rocking and dancing

The diamonds I rock really dancing

We into tripping and planning

Roll a dice, bet on yourself

Better get up and do for yourself

That nigga pussy, give em the belt

Gas in my lungs, top of the shelf
(2X)

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