Poker Wood

🔥 Hook) Norwood in the poker room, pockets feelin’ heavy, Walked in like a boss, left broke like a Chevy. Whole table talkin’ fast, language he ain’t ready, He like “bro what y’all sayin’?” while his hands stay sweaty. Chips all gone, man his bankroll dead, Koreans talkin’ smack while he turnin’ bright red. Lost every round, now he broke like lil woodOh, Norwood muttered “fuck…” with his last brain cell. ⸻ (💥 Verse 1) Walked in stuntin’, thinkin’ he the main event, Sat down, threw chips like they paid his rent. Korean dudes chill, playin’ calm, innocent— But the second cards dropped, they took 100 percent. Norwood sweatin’, bluffin’ with a weak pair, One dude raised big — Norwood said “I don’t care,” Called the bet quick, thinkin’ he got flair, Flip the cards over… NOPE. Pure despair. Table start talkin’, foreign words in the air, Norwood sittin’ clueless like “WHAT y’all share?” He said “bro stop laughin’, this shit ain’t fair,” They said nothing — just grinned and stared. ⸻ (🔥 Hook) Norwood in the poker room, pockets feelin’ heavy, Walked in like a boss, left broke like a Chevy. Whole table talkin’ fast, language he ain’t ready, He like “bro what y’all sayin’?” while his hands stay sweaty. Chips all gone, man his bankroll dead, Koreans talkin’ smack while he turnin’ bright red. Lost every round, now he broke as dread, Norwood muttered “fuck…” with his last brain cell. ⸻ (😈 Verse 2 — Dark Humor Mode) Norwood tried one last hand, heart beat skippin’, Thought he had power — whole table grinnin’. One dude bet big, chips straight drippin’, Norwood went “ALL IN,” pockets already missin’. Flipped his hand confident — two damn fives. Table flipped aces like “welcome to our lives.” Norwood’s soul left his body, you could see it arrive, He looked like he got hit by a forklift surprise. They whispered something quick — he ain’t know the meaning, But he understood enough: they were definitely memeing. Norwood sat frozen, pain straight beaming, Wallet so empty it started dry-heaving. ⸻ (🔥 Hook) Norwood in the poker room, pockets feelin’ heavy, Walked in like a boss, left broke like a Chevy. Whole table talkin’ fast, language he ain’t ready, He like “bro what y’all sayin’?” while his hands stay sweaty. Chips all gone, man his bankroll dead, Koreans talkin’ smack while he turnin’ bright red. Lost every round, now he broke as dread, Norwood muttered “fuck…” with his last brain cell. ⸻ (💀 Outro) Now he walk out broke with his pride all bent, Phone at 2%, rent money all spent. Table still laughing — pure entertainment, Norwood whisperin’ “I’m NEVER coming back again.”