Go for Broke

Never knowing exactly how this life
Might be turning out for you
All I know is, go for broke
Every time that I hit the booth
Leave it all out on the table
Is the way that I just grew
Middle finger to the face
Catch it when I introduce

Never knowing exactly how this life
Might be turning out for you
All I know is, go for broke
Every time that I hit the booth
Leave it all out on the table
Is the way that I just grew
Middle finger to the face
Catch it when I introduce

Long way from gripping handlebars
Flippin sacks you know who we are
If we ain't topping charts, then its a lack
Got the homie in the back
Backwood rolling, ASAP
Cuz you know the eyes gots to lay low
No matter where we at
And that is only facts
Bitches wit the fat asses bouncing up n down
They love the sound That I'm providing
On the regular now
Took the veteran route
You know I'm shipping em out
For triple the return
Fish scale isn't preferred
It's only law when you come round here
Better listen clear, I hate repeating words
What's worse?
Virgin bitch you kicked up on the curb?
Or that one bitch you keep on chasing but get curved
Be aware of the times when I be acting introvert
Cuz that mean I'm plotting to be getting your whole life burned...

Never knowing exactly how this life
Might be turning out for you
All I know is, go for broke
Every time that I hit the booth
Leave it all out on the table
Is the way that I just grew
Middle finger to the face
Catch it when I introduce

Never knowing exactly how this life
Might be turning out for you
All I know is, go for broke
Every time that I hit the booth
Leave it all out on the table
Is the way that I just grew
Middle finger to the face
Catch it when I introduce



Credits
Writer(s): Basit Barack
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