Took A Risk
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hard times made me accidentally stay up 'til the morning
Count this cash, count these Benjis soon I'm done performing
I'm a boss, I send for niggas, I don't make appointments
All you niggas washed up, NoCap do the laundry (do the laundry)
Took a risk (risk), had to run that shit up (shit up)
I took a risk (risk), now a nigga lit up (lit up)
Better stick to rappin' and stop cappin' like a killer
This the same shit that got Tupac and Big hit up
My mama know I'm glued, she just hate the way I move
I sip that same shit that killed Pimp and DJ Screw
And I gotta keep a tool
You don't hear me (you don't hear me), it's hard livin'
When it's all livid
The scars trendin'
The hood prince (prince)
It was meant (it was meant)
Don't forget
The hood can't see without me, I'm the neighborhood lens
Somebody get my opps some vodka, heard them niggas hidin' they kin
If I buy them extra legs, them niggas still won't stand a chance
Tell 'em free BaBa Osama, money fallin' out my pants
Niggas think I killed they grandma, I done smoked a million grams
On this flight with 50 bands, I spend 20 when I land
Hear a million voices sayin', "Don't lose"
I was really in the streets before my YouTube
I was really in the streets before this Pro Tools
Hardbody nigga, go and check my statue
I'm geeked as hell, I get to feelin' like I'm Urkel
Got in DSquared² and got them bitches out my circle
I just think where I'm born at, that's where I'm sippin' purple
I just got to New Orleans, bought Saint Laurent and Perkies
You ain't cut like that, we know that you the scared nigga
I buy army guns just to shoot above the legs with 'em
You better not tuck your tail, I got it tucked, don't go and tell, nigga
I'm shippin' all this smoke like for real, how this mail get here?
Took a risk (risk), had to run that shit up (shit up)
I took a risk (risk), now a nigga lit up (lit up)
Better stick to rappin' and stop cappin' like a killer
This the same shit that got Tupac and Big hit up
My mama know I'm glued, she just hate the way I move
I sip that same shit that killed Pimp and DJ Screw
And I gotta keep a tool
You don't hear me (you don't hear me), it's hard livin' (it's hard livin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hard times made me accidentally stay up 'til the morning
Count this cash, count these Benjis soon I'm done performing
I'm a boss, I send for niggas, I don't make appointments
All you niggas washed up, NoCap do the laundry (do the laundry)
Took a risk (risk), had to run that shit up (shit up)
I took a risk (risk), now a nigga lit up (lit up)
Better stick to rappin' and stop cappin' like a killer
This the same shit that got Tupac and Big hit up
My mama know I'm glued, she just hate the way I move
I sip that same shit that killed Pimp and DJ Screw
And I gotta keep a tool
You don't hear me (you don't hear me), it's hard livin'
When it's all livid
The scars trendin'
The hood prince (prince)
It was meant (it was meant)
Don't forget
The hood can't see without me, I'm the neighborhood lens
Somebody get my opps some vodka, heard them niggas hidin' they kin
If I buy them extra legs, them niggas still won't stand a chance
Tell 'em free BaBa Osama, money fallin' out my pants
Niggas think I killed they grandma, I done smoked a million grams
On this flight with 50 bands, I spend 20 when I land
Hear a million voices sayin', "Don't lose"
I was really in the streets before my YouTube
I was really in the streets before this Pro Tools
Hardbody nigga, go and check my statue
I'm geeked as hell, I get to feelin' like I'm Urkel
Got in DSquared² and got them bitches out my circle
I just think where I'm born at, that's where I'm sippin' purple
I just got to New Orleans, bought Saint Laurent and Perkies
You ain't cut like that, we know that you the scared nigga
I buy army guns just to shoot above the legs with 'em
You better not tuck your tail, I got it tucked, don't go and tell, nigga
I'm shippin' all this smoke like for real, how this mail get here?
Took a risk (risk), had to run that shit up (shit up)
I took a risk (risk), now a nigga lit up (lit up)
Better stick to rappin' and stop cappin' like a killer
This the same shit that got Tupac and Big hit up
My mama know I'm glued, she just hate the way I move
I sip that same shit that killed Pimp and DJ Screw
And I gotta keep a tool
You don't hear me (you don't hear me), it's hard livin' (it's hard livin')
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Writer(s): Kobe Crawford, James Afflu, Christopher Billiot
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