Necklace

I knew this ruthless gambler from Canada

Six feet tall, white skin, a former janitor

Made his bucks from Casino dice and neon lights

Got his fuck on with many wives and gleam on ice

Nicknamed Buck, always high with a mad buzz

Faded on his scalp, hair black, drove a Ram Truck

Inside the Casino craps he got his hand stuck

Lived life larger once he won a profitable game

Gained 500k in one night, wasn’t optimal gain

But Buck saw the cash as a possible way

To escape his ways as a floor sweeper in the day

He bought sex and tecs, drugs, expensive beds

Kept gambling, he was good, grew his net worth

Creating more wealth and underground networks

Met with gambling experts to help him get the best turns

Shuffling cards, dealers, and he sat at tables eager

Hungry for cash flow, at the table he hash blowed

Puffing cigs from his lips and getting mad dough

When he understood the risks of the card game

One day you could be rich like lights in arcades

Or be broke to death, killing yourself with hard yay’

Buck was smart so he knew when to press the brakes

Buck figured out that he’s able to choose his faith

 

Don’t go out like the others

Stay true to your gut, stay locked brothers

They’ll touch you up quick where their clip

Let it rip, then it’s bye bye with no long kiss

Don’t go out like the others

Stay true to your gut, stay locked brothers

They’ll touch you up quick where their clip

Let it rip, then it’s bye bye with no long kiss

 

 

Buck moved to the Big Apple for gangster connections

Locked with the mafia around New York intersections

Threw parties so big it would shake grounds in all directions

At his crib one night, Buck went and sat at his bar

Talkin’ to a bitch he met beneath these stars

They get to sexing, she’s vibing to his remarks

Bucks gasconade was fiery like burnt sparks

It was 9 pm in June, right before it turned dark

He heard a scream from the back from his man Shark

“Ay we got a gamble in the back, Buck, pull up

Black Jack, I know that’s what you attack, roll up”

At first Buck was cool like “nah man I’m done”

But the crowd at his crib said “go make them ones”

Buck got up and succumbed to their pressures

He sat down at the table, Barbecued wings, styled Texas

Started playing, he bet his 3 pound 24 Karat necklace

A few dozen grand, Buck feeling like he’s the best shit

Buck wins the first game, he starts to grow reckless

Put his car on the line, the Lamb Truck plus his jewels

Plus the cash he had on him, the guns and his tools

His arrogance was flaring and nobody could say “don’t”

He bet all that he had, his mindset was set as “GO!”

The dealer slings the cards around the velvet table

They begin playing, and what seemed like a fable

Buck lost his hand, his coin and all he laid full

The winner was a man he’d never seen before, Will

A gunslinger from uptown from the Ville

Buck went wild and demanded his cash back

Will told him “you lost, now get your ass back!”

Buck pulled out a 9 from his ankle and pointed

Those around him yelled at Buck so poised with

The fact that he had kids and mothers around

But his concern was his proper tires that he bet for clowns

To take, even though Buck thought they wouldn’t take

Will did and now the scene looks like we should be bookin’ a Wake

Will slapped the gun quickly from out of Buck’s hand

Ran off to his car, sped off pass all the speed cams

Buck right behind him shooting bullets in his van

Will rolled over into the forest where he scrammed

Sitting behind a tree, fatigued from Buck’s scams

Buck lookin’ out for Will to give up is tucked hand

Buck had his back turned to the place where Will was

Buck then felt a steel buzz right at his head

He opened his mouth like he was takin meds

Ready to say something to Will he’d object

But before he did, Buck didn’t know he was gunned in his head