Roll the Dice Berner & DRODi (Ft. Paul Wall & Smiggz)

[Verse 1: Berner]
5 gram joint, I covered it with sand
I brought the cookie bag, heavy in demand
It taste like tricks, sell it to the sticks
I get it out til Monday, I'm selling these for 6
DRODi, that's my dawg, he get the family price
Bury me in gold, cover me in ice
Turn around trip, another one way flight
My red eye floating, on the Sunday night
When your back's against the wall, it's really fuck them all
Go ghost for a while, I ain't picking up no calls
All the pressure made the stone, 150 for the rock
The G Wagon mat black, kept the ryms [?]
Properties are paid off, I need a day off
I'm ball hogging still, man, I can't stop
A hundred ways to eat, I'm grabbing what I can
300 pounds in a little white van

[Chorus ?]
I'm grinding nonstop, just to get it
And baby, I'm a hustle til the day I'm gone
If it ain't 'bout no paper, I ain't with it
No
'Cause baby, I'm a hustler til the day I'm gone
Catch me sliding in the scraper, tryna get my paper
Gotta get it now, ain't promised to be here later
That's why I'm grinding nonstop, just to get it
And baby, I'm a hustle til the day I'm gone