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')