(You will die, it will be awful
Every man dies, not every man really lives)
I risk it for the biscuit
I risk it for the biscuit
I risk it for the biscuit
I risk it for the biscuit
I risk it for the biscuit
With the raspberry jam
I ball, I jam, raspberry
I call my hand
They was at a light jog, I ran
They can turn the mic off, I can't
Ima put the kibosh on standing
For the whitewash wood fence
Ima take a would-be stock life
Make it cold as f*ck, I'm Bob Vance
Ima leave a stage, go to Lincoln Square with the gang
Golden brown, oven-baked biscuits
Strange how they leave the price off the page
When they hand you your wage, isn't it
That's what they pay you to give up
For real
I risk it for the biscuit
I risk it for the biscuit
I risk it for the biscuit
I risk it for the biscuit
I risk it for the biscuit
With the raspberry jam
I triple down for the double up
I hear the sound of the runner-up saying"I'm done, I've had enough, I'm packing up"
Bitch, bite the dust
You done made it easy for your boy
Run and get your job at Deloitte
30 years down the line
I won't be the one still hungry for the Almond Joy
Cause I got the raspberry jam (yeah)
And I got the dice in my hand (yeah)
Rocky beat Apollo on the sand, right?
Ima side bet for a grand (yeah)
Plotting on the pie til it's nothing left in the pan
If I fail, least my nuts in my hand
Never stale, ever funk, this my jam
(This is my f*cking jam)
I risk it for the biscuit
I risk it for the biscuit
I risk it for the biscuit
I risk it for the biscuit
I risk it for the biscuit
With the raspberry jam