Risk It All

How I feel? Ain't nobody got my back for real I'm out juggin', I ain't thinking bout no fucking deal Every time I feel down, I pour up for real My mama cussed me out when she found my stash of pills Ain't no flockin' over here, you'll get killed for real I can't have no hoe, I'm fucking nigga's bitches still I get chills in my body when I rip that seal I need some M's out this shit, I just wanna live Put a 50 on that bitch, watch me spin the wheel Ain't no hoe in my blood, I don't know how that feel I'm putting my mama in a mansion 'fore I get a deal Don't you see how niggas living? Yeah, the punches real We hit the mall high as hell just to fuck it up I lost my brother and sister before 21 If I couldn't talk to y'all I'd be fucked up Stay out my way, I'm tryna rap don't get fucked up Send some slim 223's at yo' putt-putt Cute bitch, nice titties, with a 'lil butt I seen a nigga write something and take the whole team My young dawg keyed some drank, but never sold lean This F and N will shut you down and clear the whole scene All my niggas striking shit like a bowling team I'm a thousand miles from home tryna live my dream My nigga I'll meet you there as long as it's green Had to give that bitch some space, she got too attached Shit, I feel like Otto Porter, he know where it's at Do you wanna make some money with no strings attached? And it's really haunting me, my AMG abstract I'm getting rich out this booth, I'ma stand on that And I don't listen to y'all niggas, I don't believe them raps I'ma pitch you a bitch I can't breathe with that My nigga O was getting scripts like he needed help Aye, when you was down was them hoes around? I just loaded up this clip before I left the house Since this bitch talk so much she can use her mouth On the back road, doing numbers in the South If I told you everything, you'd be heading out Bitch we in this shit forever, we gon' work it out High as hell, rolling up got me ripping stouts I heard yo nigga pouring green, tell him wash his mouth I'm in this shit by myself, I had to figure out Just me and Kane in my seven-bedroom house You wanna verse from me, nigga I need a half pound You'll catch a bullet to your head tryna take my crown Had to give that bitch some space, she got too attached Shit, I feel like Otto Porter, he know where it's at Do you wanna make some money with no strings attached? And it's really haunting me, my AMG abstract I'm getting rich out this booth, I'ma stand on that And I don't listen to y'all niggas, I don't believe them raps I'ma pitch you a bitch I can't breathe with that My nigga O was getting scripts like he needed help