Verse 1:
He was an Average Joe, trying to hustle the dough
Life stuck with the worst luck, you know how it goes
Born on the wrong side of the plot, the have-nots
A rough spot pushing the rocks for bad cops
Chip off the old block, just like Pops
Trying to make ends connect but can’t find the dots
To collect he had to pull all stops
Opened up shop, pushing the dust and what not huh
His fake jackpot felt like a win
Dope cash from the dope stash felt like a king
But, to get the crown all the drama it brings
Politicking on the streets, all the karma and sins
So, nobody saw it coming not even him
A gunshot from the self-made god of men
And in the end, Joe’s dead
We don’t even fuss
Coz who shot Joe, well... it’s actually us
Chorus:
You better watch your step (Yo we’re all in a mess)
Are you next? (Who’s next?)
In the roulette (The roulette)
Coz tomorrow is a bet (Yo we’re all in a mess)
Are you next? (Who’s next?)
In the roulette (The roulette)
And they collect to the death (Don’t sleep, don’t rest)
Are you next? (Who’s next?)
In the roulette (The roulette)
You better watch your step (And we’re all in a mess)
Coz you’re next (You’re next)
In the roulette (The roulette)
Round and round and round again
Let the gun man spin (Let the gun man spin)
I said, round and round and round again
Nobody wins (Nobody wins)
Nobody wins (Nobody wins)
Round and round and round again
Let the gun man spin (Let the gun man spin)
I said, round and round and round again
Nobody wins (Nobody wins)
Nobody wins (Nobody wins)
Verse 2:
She was an upper class queen, straight living the dream
Lucky with the last name and that financial stream
Uptown, chillin with the cream, stackin em bills
No chill, spending it up with all frills
And yo, she was all about the ice and snow
White rain with the right names all for the show
She know, she had to keep the lifestyle fly
So queen cut her own shit, became the supply
Pushing from the penthouse, keepin it high
Rubbing all the right elbows, speaking in lie
The law she defy, the untouchable girl
But one day she just fell to a dysfuncFonal world
Now she lies on the ground, her money went carpet
Bullet to the crown, a bloody red carcass
Honey was a target, caught in between
And so we took her head clean, off with the queen
Bridge:
Who lives or dies, who gets to decide
Who stays or hides, whose law to abide
Who shoots to kill, who says we’re done
Who’s to blame when we all have a hand on the gun
Who gets to decide
Who stays or hides, whose law to abide
Who shoots to kill, who says we’re done
Who’s to blame when we all have a hand on the gun
Who’s to blame, who’s to blame
Who’s to blame, who’s to blame
Who’s to blame, who’s to blame
Who’s to blame, who’s to blame
Repeat chorus
