At Risk

Hook
If I was scared man
I prolly be a dead man
Baby glock wit a stick
Call it bam bam
Take a picture for the gram
Let em see the bands
Distributing in the streets
Did it hand to hand
X2
Verse
If rap don't work
Swear to god it's back to trappin
My niggas turn to soliders
If I tell em we got action
Hellcats and trackhawks
When I'm out in traffic
And if we catch you lackin
turn ya ass to target practice

Before I do a show
I gotta go pick up the backend
This 40 for my ops
I ain't totin it fashion
See you niggas dissin
But I don't give no reaction
I'm the type to walk you down
And turn you to a has been

Don't get me T'd
or we slidin wit them 223s
Hit you wit ease
Why the fuck you think it gotta beam
Don't make a scene
Calculated we gon do it clean
I ain't ask to be a gangsta
It was in my genes

From the mud
We some trench babies
Stay protected
Wit a weapon
Cus my life crazy
Ain't have no parents growing up
So the streets raised me
Glock 40 on my lap
Keep it off safety

Since a youngin
Rip and runnin
I was wild as a child
Gave my momma so much problems
Now I'm tryn make her proud
I be wit the money getters
If u Broke u not allowed
Take a trip to rollin loud
Throwin money in the crowd

Burn the track down
Way I'm walkin on these verses
Speakin on my name
We know you pussy in person
Woulda sent my ooters
But you wasnt even worth it
Not to many flaws
I done damn near did it perfect

Hats down to my niggas in the trap now
If we miss the first time
We spinnin back round
Graduated from the streets
Without the cap and gown
The main reason
I'm makin music and rap now

Hook
If I was scared man
I prolly be a dead man
Baby glock wit a stick
Call it bam bam
Take a picture for the gram
Let em see the bands
Distributing in the streets
Did it hand to hand
X2



Credits
Writer(s): Mikettl
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