Tip The Scale (Feat. Dice Raw)

Homicide or suicide Heads or tails Some think life is a living hell Some live life just living well I live life tryna tip the scale My way my way My way my way Yo I’m always early I never take off cause I got a job Rob Peter to pay Paul Now I realize it’s the winner that takes all Do what I gotta do because I can’t take loss Picture me living life as if I’m some animal That consumes its own dreams like I’m a cannibal I won’t accept failure unless it’s mechanical But still the alcohol mixed with the botanical I guess I be referred to the owners manual full of loaners Full of all the homeless throwaways and the stoners Soldiers of the streets with 8th grade diplomas And the world awaiting their shoulders as a bonus Look let he without sin live without sin Until then I’ll be doing dirty jobs like swamp men Counting the faces of those that might have been It’s like living that life but I won’t live that life again Homicide or suicide Heads or tails Some think life is a living hell Some live life just living well I live life tryna tip the scale My way my way My way my way Lot of niggas go to prison How many come out Malcolm X I know I`m not Shit can`t even talk about the rest Famous last words You under arrest Will I get popped tonight It`s anybody`s guess I guess a nigga need to stay cunning I guess when the cops comin` need to start runnin` I won`t make the same mistakes from my last run in You either done doing crime now or you done in I got a brother on the run and one in Wrote me a letter he said when you comin` Shit man I thought the goal`s to stay out Back against the wall then shoot your way out Gettin` money`s a style that never plays out `Til you end up boxin` your stash money`s paid out The scales of justice ain`t equally weighed out Only two ways out digging tunnels or digging graves out Homicide or suicide Heads or tails Some think life is a living hell Some live life just living well I live life tryna tip the scale My way my way My way my way