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'Noia\nI done told ya, when it comes to beefing, I ain't kosher\nBought a cobra just to keep you snakes closer\n\nI conspire motive, y'all can try and clone this\nGet them lines quoted but Him and I know this\nNone of my opponents hold the eyes open\nRip out the hearts and let 'em all die soulless\n\nThis that motherfucking rider, music\nThis that motherfucking rider, music (Eastside, ay)\nThis that motherfucking rider, music\nThis that motherfucking rider, music\n\nAll night, when I'm Roulette\nDirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty?\nBut I'm chosen, so I'm Roulette\nWith eleven of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean\nHow we Roulette\nAll through traffic with this mob apparatus\nThese people want me in a casket, still I'm Roulette\nI heard Heaven got a place for me there but I don't know if I'm goin', ah\n\nWait, I heard they said they want the old Gunner\nFuck 'em, I still turn coyotes into road runners\nFuck a family, I'll leave your ass with no brothers\nIt ain't no love when you become a man with no mother\nThat's what it was\nI used to get my ass beat just because (For real)\nI ran away, hit the trap, they couldn't make me budge\nJunior year, my homie selling crack right off the bus\nKnew that I wasn't turning back when I got cuffed\n\nFuck a charge, this a territory, y'all don't wanna march\nCemetery full of graves, I could finish what you start\nLost a milli when they sued me for a fight inside a bar\nI hope you pussies think of me every time you see the scars\n\nThis that motherfucking rider, music\nThis that motherfucking rider, music (Eastside, ay)\nThis that motherfucking rider, music\nThis that motherfucking rider, music\n\nAll night, when I'm Roulette\nDirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty?\nBut I'm chosen, so I'm Roulette\nWith eleven of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean\nHow we Roulette\nAll through traffic with this mob apparatus\nThese people want me in a 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gon' play with death before you thirty?\n[00:13.80] But I'm chosen, so I'm Roulette\n[00:15.63] With eleven of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean\n[00:19.67] How we Roulette\n[00:20.96] All through traffic with this mob apparatus\n[00:23.16] These people want me in a casket, still I'm Roulette\n[00:26.11] I heard Heaven got a place for me there but I don't know if I'm goin', ah\n[00:29.84] Smoking on Sequoia, running from my paranoia\n[00:32.12] Hollywood want me to come and live and die in California\n[00:34.47] I ain't going out like River Phoenix\n[00:36.11] I wanna enjoy all of the spoils\n[00:37.55] I'm a golden boy like Oscar de la Hoya, I'm a soldier\n[00:40.18] Mask up like it's the end of October\n[00:42.13] Blowing doja in the streets with Mannie Fresh down in the 'Noia\n[00:44.69] I done told ya, when it comes to beefing, I ain't kosher\n[00:47.15] Bought a cobra just to keep you snakes closer\n[00:49.16] I conspire motive, y'all can try and clone this\n[00:51.61] Get them lines quoted but Him and I know this\n[00:53.88] None of my opponents hold the eyes open\n[00:56.57] Rip out the hearts and let 'em all die soulless\n[00:59.19] This that motherfucking rider, music\n[01:01.91] This that motherfucking rider, music (Eastside, ay)\n[01:05.20] This that motherfucking rider, music\n[01:07.12] This that motherfucking rider, music\n[01:09.19] All night, when I'm Roulette\n[01:11.66] Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty?\n[01:13.83] But I'm chosen, so I'm Roulette\n[01:16.03] With eleven of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean\n[01:19.55] How we Roulette\n[01:20.41] All through traffic with this mob apparatus\n[01:22.91] These people want me in a casket, still I'm Roulette\n[01:25.94] I heard Heaven got a place for me there but I don't know if I'm goin', ah\n[01:30.10] Wait, I heard they said they want the old Gunner\n[01:32.74] Fuck 'em, I still turn coyotes into road runners\n[01:35.12] Fuck a family, I'll leave your ass with no brothers\n[01:37.77] It ain't no love when you become a man with no mother\n[01:40.11] That's what it was\n[01:40.93] I used to get my ass beat just because (For real)\n[01:42.82] I ran away, hit the trap, they couldn't make me budge\n[01:45.13] Junior year, my homie selling crack right off the bus\n[01:47.41] Knew that I wasn't turning back when I got cuffed\n[01:49.64] Fuck a charge, this a territory, y'all don't wanna march\n[01:52.08] Cemetery full of graves, I could finish what you start\n[01:54.40] Lost a milli when they sued me for a fight inside a bar\n[01:57.18] I hope you pussies think of me every time you see the scars\n[01:59.78] This that motherfucking rider, music\n[02:01.85] This that motherfucking rider, music (Eastside, ay)\n[02:04.94] This that motherfucking rider, music\n[02:06.99] This that motherfucking rider, music\n[02:08.94] All night, when I'm Roulette\n[02:11.51] Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty?\n[02:14.09] But I'm chosen, so I'm Roulette\n[02:15.75] With eleven of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean\n[02:19.43] How we Roulette\n[02:21.02] All through traffic with this mob apparatus\n[02:23.14] These people want me in a casket, still I'm Roulette\n[02:26.08] I heard Heaven got a place for me there but I don't know if I'm goin', ah\n[02:29.94] Twenty-four seven, I keep my eyes open ready\n[02:31.99] All these signs show me they want me gone like I'm Makaveli\n[02:34.45] On the cross when they cross me over, over something so petty\n[02:37.04] Kill 'em all even if I die like Method Man did in Belly\n[02:39.50] I am Gun Kelly, ain't shit you can tell me\n[02:42.09] Get me drunk and mad enough, I go pop the trunk at the Chevy\n[02:44.55] I'm a dad and a savage, this is not an image, I get it\n[02:46.84] Rap for currency, like I'm spitter Andretti and let it fall like confetti\n[02:49.71] Ball for my dawgs that they got locked in the celly\n[02:51.93] And fuck the one that turned on me, I will never forget it\n[02:54.46] You learn it's your own homies you knew since the beginning\n[02:56.95] They see you winning and they wanna see you finished\n[02:58.95] Goddamn\n[02:59.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Roulette\n  artist: mgk\n  album: 'Hotel Diablo: Floor 13 Edition'\n  duration_ms: 182622\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: This that motherfucking rider, music\n  start_ms: 4590\n  end_ms: 7070\n- text: This that motherfucking rider, music\n  start_ms: 7070\n  end_ms: 9080\n- text: All night, when I'm Roulette\n  start_ms: 9080\n  end_ms: 11380\n- text: Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty?\n  start_ms: 11380\n  end_ms: 13800\n- text: But I'm chosen, so I'm Roulette\n  start_ms: 13800\n  end_ms: 15630\n- text: With eleven of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean\n  start_ms: 15630\n  end_ms: 19670\n- text: How we Roulette\n  start_ms: 19670\n  end_ms: 20960\n- 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All night, when I'm Roulette\n[00:11.38] Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty?\n[00:13.80] But I'm chosen, so I'm Roulette\n[00:15.63] With eleven of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean\n[00:19.67] How we Roulette\n[00:20.96] All through traffic with this mob apparatus\n[00:23.16] These people want me in a casket, still I'm Roulette\n[00:26.11] I heard Heaven got a place for me there but I don't know if I'm goin', ah\n[00:29.84] Smoking on Sequoia, running from my paranoia\n[00:32.12] Hollywood want me to come and live and die in California\n[00:34.47] I ain't going out like River Phoenix\n[00:36.11] I wanna enjoy all of the spoils\n[00:37.55] I'm a golden boy like Oscar de la Hoya, I'm a soldier\n[00:40.18] Mask up like it's the end of October\n[00:42.13] Blowing doja in the streets with Mannie Fresh down in the 'Noia\n[00:44.69] I done told ya, when it comes to beefing, I ain't kosher\n[00:47.15] Bought a cobra just to keep you snakes 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 I ain't going out like River Phoenix\n  I wanna enjoy all of the spoils\n  I'm a golden boy like Oscar de la Hoya, I'm a soldier\n  Mask up like it's the end of October\n  Blowing doja in the streets with Mannie Fresh down in the 'Noia\n  I done told ya, when it comes to beefing, I ain't kosher\n  Bought a cobra just to keep you snakes closer\n\n  I conspire motive, y'all can try and clone this\n  Get them lines quoted but Him and I know this\n  None of my opponents hold the eyes open\n  Rip out the hearts and let 'em all die soulless\n\n  This that motherfucking rider, music\n  This that motherfucking rider, music (Eastside, ay)\n  This that motherfucking rider, music\n  This that motherfucking rider, music\n\n  All night, when I'm Roulette\n  Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty?\n  But I'm chosen, so I'm Roulette\n  With eleven of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean\n  How we Roulette\n  All through traffic with this mob apparatus\n  These people want me in a casket, still I'm Roulette\n  I heard Heaven got a place for me there but I don't know if I'm goin', ah\n\n  Wait, I heard they said they want the old Gunner\n  Fuck 'em, I still turn coyotes into road runners\n  Fuck a family, I'll leave your ass with no brothers\n  It ain't no love when you become a man with no mother\n  That's what it was\n  I used to get my ass beat just because (For real)\n  I ran away, hit the trap, they couldn't make me budge\n  Junior year, my homie selling crack right off the bus\n  Knew that I wasn't turning back when I got cuffed\n\n  Fuck a charge, this a territory, y'all don't wanna march\n  Cemetery full of graves, I could finish what you start\n  Lost a milli when they sued me for a fight inside a bar\n  I hope you pussies think of me every time you see the scars\n\n  This that motherfucking rider, music\n  This that motherfucking rider, music (Eastside, ay)\n  This that motherfucking rider, music\n  This that motherfucking rider, music\n\n  All night, when I'm Roulette\n  Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty?\n  But I'm chosen, so I'm Roulette\n  With eleven of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean\n  How we Roulette\n  All through traffic with this mob apparatus\n  These people want me in a casket, still I'm Roulette\n  I heard Heaven got a place for me there but I don't know if I'm goin', ah\n\n  Twenty-four seven, I keep my eyes open ready\n  All these signs show me they want me gone like I'm Makaveli\n  On the cross when they cross me over, over something so petty\n  Kill 'em all even if I die like Method Man did in Belly\n  I am Gun Kelly, ain't shit you can tell me\n  Get me drunk and mad enough, I go pop the trunk at the Chevy\n  I'm a dad and a savage, this is not an image, I get it\n  Rap for currency, like I'm spitter Andretti and let it fall like confetti\n  Ball for my dawgs that they got locked in the celly\n  And fuck the one that turned on me, I will never forget it\n  You learn it's your own homies you knew since the beginning\n  They see you winning and they wanna see you finished\n  Goddamn\n"}]