Trife Diesel - Heads or Tails lyrics

It's two sides to every coin
Either head or it's tails
So when you gamble with your life
You either dead or in jail
Get bagged for a sale
Or your coffin get nailed
Call it in the air, pick and choose
Head or it's tail
It's two sides to every coin
Either head or it's tails
So when you gamble with your life
You either dead or in jail
Get bagged for a sale
Or your coffin get nailed
Call it in the air, pick and choose
Head or it's tail

It's time to blow like a cannon
Eating grit's with salmon clear the runway
Cuz this plane here's ready for landing
I'm what the streets been
Demanding, the Trife solo, a nice dolo
With hype photos
Stetched hats and striped bolos
The rap Miguel Koto, I'm undefeated
No one believe it, this is the rebirth
Call me the son of Jesus
No stand guard and sound the trumpets
This year I gotta tighten my circle
Delete snakes from my circumference
I held back punches, even silenced my tongue
But niggas wanna see me flip and
Bring the violence with guns
For twenty something odd years I've been
A child of these slums
And I bet these cowards'll run
When these vowels get spun
So either way, I'mma end up the loser
Cuz niggas gon' snitch
To the cops, and ID me as the shooter
That's why I'd rather be in Bermuda
Lighting some buddah
Taking trips, getting dipped
Spending my chips at the jeweler

It's two sides to every coin
Either head or it's tails
So when you gamble with your life
You either dead or in jail
Get bagged for a sale
Or your coffin get nailed
Call it in the air, pick and choose
Head or it's tail
It's two sides to every coin
Either head or it's tails
So when you gamble with your life
You either dead or in jail
Get bagged for a sale
Or your coffin get nailed
Call it in the air, pick and choose
Head or it's tail

Uh, most of my goons got bullet wounds
Knife scars and stitches
From wilding in the streets
Busting they heats for bitches
And when I say bitches I
Ain't talking bout bitches
I'm talking bout crab niggas who
Folded and turned snitches
I've bared witness when spots got
Raided from cops blitzing
Feds came through, property seizing
Thieving they sixes
Putting bank accounts on hold
Retrieving they riches back in my era
Snitches would of been sleeping in ditches
I can't call it
Cuz nowadays the game is toilet
Filled with comedians
Alot of Ben Stillers in order
A bunch of snakes with they fangs out
Looking just like a walrus
Catch apointing niggas out in the
Back seat of the Taurus
Now you labeled as a rat
And niggas wanna take you off the map
Better pray you got them angels on your back
When them tables turned and guns get drawn
Your lungs get torned
And loved ones mourn over
They sons that's gone

It's two sides to every coin
Either head or it's tails
So when you gamble with your life
You either dead or in jail
Get bagged for a sale
Or your coffin get nailed
Call it in the air, pick and choose
Head or it's tail
It's two sides to every coin
Either head or it's tails
So when you gamble with your life
You either dead or in jail
Get bagged for a sale
Or your coffin get nailed
Call it in the air, pick and choose
Head or it's tail