Rapsody, remo - The Cards lyrics

Yeah, yeah
You just gotta play the cards you’re dealt
It’s like making a dollar
Out of fifteen cents
AMP… AMP on the beat like

Yo, ain’t it funny when
Buddy countin’ ya money
Buddy study your every utter
Wish he was from another mother
Born of a different cloth, LRG covered
And I move somethin’ like a boss
Cool nigga wipe me off
And you could too since a
Lil’ nigga asked the part
Back then in Kimberly Homes where I lived
I was learned by them Kurds
About them dollars and cents
It was never my transaction it
Was however I did it
I was impressed with the whips


I asked my father how was it
That from zip-locks with two tops is a nick
He said, "Play your cards right son
And stay on your shit"
He said, "The streets stay watchin’
I ain’t talkin’ to pigs"
And I admit when I was talking to him
I got wise and lost the
Veil pulled over my eyes it energized me
It’s double-time grind now
I know they still probably
Wishin’ they were dealt my hand
But what it cost me?
I damn near lost it twice
Yea I’ve been to hell and back
Five-O at the crib, Momma wasn’t havin’ that
When five-o left the crib
She said "Nigga pack ya bags
"And your packs and your racks"
And I packed them fast, Michael Jackson "Bad"
I almost burned a bridge
Ten years now the word ‘til I had the kids
Now I understand it
It’s coming full circle now
I raise my kids with a rod and a tight lip
A few hustles and the studio at night shift
Puttin’ work in with the team
And they like it it’s Jamla

Still remain playin’ all of these cards
Until the bet pay off and put
Me in a brand new car it’s just the cards
And again I don’t reside in no key state
Where MTV and BET big radio DJs
Get more love in NY than
From my local town DJs
Don’t show no love to these
Young artists where we stay the city way
My music reminds you of where young
Jigga laid and Lauryn played
I’m respected, but not the New York way
It’s home for home
And my home just don’t understand that way
I’ll never do enough to this
Niggas like Mr andre
Sixteens want me to keep
Writing until I’m Don'te
Retired Culpepper from Carolina like Forte
Yo… we forever brave
Protect the family ties from the
Lies and we never trade
Success cuts deep, watch fake ones separate
And we lose touch with ‘em like
Our friends held back a grade
Know the feeling well
I gotta few on my resume
"Jealous" was the motive for it
But fuck it they’ll never say
Never was a fan
But wanna holla ‘n collaborate
And they turn around and slander on
Your ass to another face
There’s crabs in the barrel
Operating NC State
Just gotta play your cards right to
End with the ace of spades
Leave with the hearts
Ignoring artists that are throwin’ shade
Playin’ in the club
Rockin’ diamonds like niggas paid
I play the female card to my advantage
Underrepresented, how they wanna see
Me rap in it? Cause, I can show emotion when
Most wouldn’t even show feeling
For fear of losing your edge
Calling you "sensitive spittin’"
Therefore I touch ‘em with emotion
Now they all growin’ with me
Allowed to do it
Make music I want because it’s all indie
And take the bulk of my money
Wait ‘til we all sellin’ plenty
I’ll buy a Bentley in Carolina
We all living simply the good Carolina
We can all live the simple life
Walk the streets on the
Humble days and nights
Uh, I play my cards like that
Leave with hearts ‘til we end it
With the spades all black
It don’t matter what you’re dealt
It’s how you’re playin’ them back
So don’t stress baby, just relax now
And play your cards
Still remain playin’ all of these cards
Until the bet pay off and put
Me in a brand new car it’s just the cards
It's just the cards playin' my cards
Playin my cards all how they was dealt
Playin my cards all how they was dealt
Playin' my cards