Risks Lyrics

Hey, Q

Shut up

Yo, Q

Hey, Q

You, gotta take a risk to get where I'm at, little nigga

I invest in myself. I don't wait on a Nigga to do shit for me

What up, doe Toe? Welcome Home Maine

I ain't going back and forth swing This k like a sport, work locking

Up gotta hit it wit a fork

Married to the streets we a never Get divorced focused on this

Money so I'm never changing

Course been plugged in since I

Jumped off the porch another

Sleeve in gotta count it on the

Floor R.I.P. to Shawty Lo cause

These pussy niggaz know these

Choppas fully auto if a nigga want

Smoke

I ain't going back and forth I a hit Him wit da torch been on

Boss shit since I jumped off the Porch

My hand's never forced, cause I'm Plugged like a source

Ballin' on no pussy, leave his Blood on the court

My jumper got a patent, I got love For the sport

Wrist really dancing, I got Diamonds of all sorts

I had to take a risk, hit that brick With a fork

A real nigga gold, so I'm never Changing course

Married to the game, we'll never Get divorced

Got me trappin' out of vac, all Doors reinforced

Gotta choppa for the problem Pussy, nigga get scorched

Another hundred bands, I'm gon' count it on the floor

I ain't gotta say shit, cause a pussy Nigga know

What the fuck goin' on? Bustin' bales to a bow

I'll hit his ass up if he really won't Smoke

Look at my life, little nigga take Notes

Take notes, little nigga

This that thug motivation, FOE Shit

I'll show you how to make a hit, You ain't made one yet

I ain't goin' back and forth, swing this K like a sport

Work locking up, gotta hit it with A fork

Married to the streets, we'll never get divorced

Focus on this money, so I'm never changing course

Been had a plug since I jumped off The porch

Another sleeve in, I'm gon' count It on the floor

R.I.P. to Shorty Lo, cause these Pussy niggas know

These choppas fully auto, if a Nigga wan't smoke

Real thug is motivated, how I'm gettin' to this paper DNA

Seven mile, yeah we ballin' on the hater

Seven mile dawgs have my niggas head bangin'

You ain't even burn the hood that Your pussy ass claimin'

Real Doughboy, little bitch eat a Dick

I be gettin' money, yeah I'm Playin' with some shit

Place a tag on your head, little nigga you it

Choppa Suey with the Uzi, got me Playin' with them sticks

I got real shooters, have em Jumpin' out the gym

Went lookin' for the devil goofy Nigga, I'm him

My life been full of sin, I'm so Easily provoked

If you bein' why I bein', you'll Probably drop the soap on Purpose