Risk Takers
The Feds tappin all the phones
Sayin I'm with head tappers
Said I be with fet trappers
Jack boys an
Bread stackers
Keep it round me when I move
Ain't tryna be no dead rapper
Money known to make the
Baddest bitch bend her legs backwards
I was sleepin on the floor in
Nana spot without a plan to win
Crazy how I'm countin 80 thou
Up in the Mandarin
I be with them risktakers
Shakin dice an gambling
He was out of pocket
Sent a blitz and
Left him scrambling
I'm from a cocaine block
We make it snow
I'll turn the city to the Aspens
Ain't tryna take advice from you
Losers and you has-beens
Courtside at the Miami game
I chopped it up with Haslem
Mile away from the garden
I use to chop it up n bag um
I let my shit off broad day
The first time I attempted
All them eps make you brothers
It get deeper then friendship
Play with us we make a mess
You gon need the forensics
Millionaire if I had a dollar for
Every sin I repented
Top ramen in the mic
I mix the hot sauce an the cheese in that
Told my bitch I'd make it rapping
She ain't wan believe in that
Brodie lost appeal because the
Judge ain't wan believe the facts
I'll never let you get one up on me
I gotta even that
I be where the demons
Oppers talkin blasphemy
Coppers trying to capture me
An Shooters on my faculty
Designer drip down to my toes
That's how the fashion be
My Queens bitch treat me like a king
And top me on the Tappazie
I done tried to better peoples lives
That was jealous of me
Envy in ya heart it ain't ya fault
That you can never love me
Stay away from suckers
I figured out that was better for me
We ain't squashing shit
I'll dead you for trying to
Dead it for me
Remember seeing Brody eyes roll back
Right there in front of me
That's what I told my mother
Every time she found that gun on me
Told her this my realist friend
When everybody goes to run on me
I told her this, my realist friend
When everybody goes to run on me
Glock with a drum on me
Shoot, whoever's in front of me
Couldn't tattletale you know
Mama used to punish me
Know they couldn't stomach me
Acting like they fuck with me
Knowing they don't fuck with me
But niggas know wussup with me
Gotta keep a pole
I feel the reaper creeping up with me
Had to kill a nigga other day
That grew up with me
Ask about them bodies aint a secret
The whole city knows
Free my little bro, he caught a body
It's on video
Hit a bad bitch dance in it like
I'm Diddy though
Try to steal my chain that's on bro
I'm letting 50 go
Niggas know
I ain't the one that's gonna play around
Plug went up on his price
We had to lay him down
Had to get up and go and
Get it I couldn't lay around
Ride through my block
A car wash we'll spray it down
If you ain't built for a body
Couldn't stay around
If you ain't built for a body
I was sleeping with the enemy
Them bitches tried to get to me
Crackers tryna sentence me
These oppers tryna finish me
Sipping white Hennessy
Man niggas know my energy
Better check my history
Niggas ain't no friends of me
Umi told me stay from out the street
But I got sucked in
Middle of that wore out front lines
When they was tucked in
He laid out on a seven
I guess he ran out of luck then
Three 30's 20 in that 40
Drop a buck 10
Ain't nothing like you niggas
I was raised a little different
Bro, took it up 12 so
He get praised a little different
He got wet all in his head
So his waves a little different
Bro, just came home from a dime
So his ways a little different
Realist nigga in this shit
I hope that that don't be my downfall
Hit the car clutching when
I hear them shots sound off
Two or more I ain't driving
Just to drop a pound off
Don't trust niggas
I ain't talking about no work around y'all
We only bouncing out three at a time
Like the lox
We extort niggas
Really put out D on niggas Blocks
An we deal with bricks
Been awhile since I seen a rock
Can't catch me I don't get
Nervous when I see a cop
I ain't pressed about a bitch
I'm tryna test this little switch
Diss dead niggas you gon
Come get in this lil ditch
When I got it I put all my niggas on
Lil Mitch
Think feds every time
My phone got a lil glitch
Seen too many of my niggas
In the feds tryna eat
An you ran the city long time ago
John streets
Seen a lotta niggas take losses
I'm tryna beat
You gon end up pushed back
Everytime tryna cheat
Sayin I'm with head tappers
Said I be with fet trappers
Jack boys an
Bread stackers
Keep it round me when I move
Ain't tryna be no dead rapper
Money known to make the
Baddest bitch bend her legs backwards
I was sleepin on the floor in
Nana spot without a plan to win
Crazy how I'm countin 80 thou
Up in the Mandarin
I be with them risktakers
Shakin dice an gambling
He was out of pocket
Sent a blitz and
Left him scrambling
I'm from a cocaine block
We make it snow
I'll turn the city to the Aspens
Ain't tryna take advice from you
Losers and you has-beens
Courtside at the Miami game
I chopped it up with Haslem
Mile away from the garden
I use to chop it up n bag um
I let my shit off broad day
The first time I attempted
All them eps make you brothers
It get deeper then friendship
Play with us we make a mess
You gon need the forensics
Millionaire if I had a dollar for
Every sin I repented
Top ramen in the mic
I mix the hot sauce an the cheese in that
Told my bitch I'd make it rapping
She ain't wan believe in that
Brodie lost appeal because the
Judge ain't wan believe the facts
I'll never let you get one up on me
I gotta even that
I be where the demons
Oppers talkin blasphemy
Coppers trying to capture me
An Shooters on my faculty
Designer drip down to my toes
That's how the fashion be
My Queens bitch treat me like a king
And top me on the Tappazie
I done tried to better peoples lives
That was jealous of me
Envy in ya heart it ain't ya fault
That you can never love me
Stay away from suckers
I figured out that was better for me
We ain't squashing shit
I'll dead you for trying to
Dead it for me
Remember seeing Brody eyes roll back
Right there in front of me
That's what I told my mother
Every time she found that gun on me
Told her this my realist friend
When everybody goes to run on me
I told her this, my realist friend
When everybody goes to run on me
Glock with a drum on me
Shoot, whoever's in front of me
Couldn't tattletale you know
Mama used to punish me
Know they couldn't stomach me
Acting like they fuck with me
Knowing they don't fuck with me
But niggas know wussup with me
Gotta keep a pole
I feel the reaper creeping up with me
Had to kill a nigga other day
That grew up with me
Ask about them bodies aint a secret
The whole city knows
Free my little bro, he caught a body
It's on video
Hit a bad bitch dance in it like
I'm Diddy though
Try to steal my chain that's on bro
I'm letting 50 go
Niggas know
I ain't the one that's gonna play around
Plug went up on his price
We had to lay him down
Had to get up and go and
Get it I couldn't lay around
Ride through my block
A car wash we'll spray it down
If you ain't built for a body
Couldn't stay around
If you ain't built for a body
I was sleeping with the enemy
Them bitches tried to get to me
Crackers tryna sentence me
These oppers tryna finish me
Sipping white Hennessy
Man niggas know my energy
Better check my history
Niggas ain't no friends of me
Umi told me stay from out the street
But I got sucked in
Middle of that wore out front lines
When they was tucked in
He laid out on a seven
I guess he ran out of luck then
Three 30's 20 in that 40
Drop a buck 10
Ain't nothing like you niggas
I was raised a little different
Bro, took it up 12 so
He get praised a little different
He got wet all in his head
So his waves a little different
Bro, just came home from a dime
So his ways a little different
Realist nigga in this shit
I hope that that don't be my downfall
Hit the car clutching when
I hear them shots sound off
Two or more I ain't driving
Just to drop a pound off
Don't trust niggas
I ain't talking about no work around y'all
We only bouncing out three at a time
Like the lox
We extort niggas
Really put out D on niggas Blocks
An we deal with bricks
Been awhile since I seen a rock
Can't catch me I don't get
Nervous when I see a cop
I ain't pressed about a bitch
I'm tryna test this little switch
Diss dead niggas you gon
Come get in this lil ditch
When I got it I put all my niggas on
Lil Mitch
Think feds every time
My phone got a lil glitch
Seen too many of my niggas
In the feds tryna eat
An you ran the city long time ago
John streets
Seen a lotta niggas take losses
I'm tryna beat
You gon end up pushed back
Everytime tryna cheat
Credits
Writer(s): Kristof Lilienthal, Khalif Ward, Myles Lockwood, Albert Robinson
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