RISK IT

*Chrous*

Would you risk it for a crum? Course I would

Nigga don't be dumb, you better buss your gun

Ima buss mine, cause my big bro died

Seven to the cats they give me nine lives

But I got eight left nigga, cause I eight dead

And when I nearly died Jacob didn't leave my bed

But now my bro died, and it don't make sense

Are you down to slide cause I'm try'na take heads

*Verse 1*

Nigga fuck feds, better make cheds

If you really in the streets, better stay strapped

And I love my Uncle P but his sons a rat

He shouldn't have done what we done but he did that

So you know how it goes he's getting hit back

Man I'm trapping all the time, selling tic tacs

Man I'm playing with guns, fuck a 6 pack

And you know it's redrums you better sit back

*Chrous*

Would you risk it for a crum? Course I would

Nigga don't be dumb, you better buss your gun

Ima buss mine, cause my big bro died

Seven to the cats they give me nine lives

But I got eight left nigga, cause I eight dead

And when I nearly died Jacob didn't leave my bed

But now my bro died, and it don't make sense

Are you down to slide cause I'm try'na take heads

*Verse 2*

I might be the black sheep but I'm the golden child

Said he wants to beef me I made him run a mile

Where I'm from it's some Iraqi shit, if we bring em out

Man I'm sick of black pricks that always run their mouth

Everyday a nigga stacking I'm tryna make it out

Less talk more action, you better lick a house

Niggas can't come about when the mobsters out

South side nineties, I'm from the dirty south

*Chrous*

Would you risk it for a crum? Course I would

Nigga don't be dumb, you better buss your gun

Ima buss mine, cause my big bro died

Seven to the cats they give me nine lives

But I got eight left nigga, cause I eight dead

And when I nearly died Jacob didn't leave my bed

But now my bro died, and it don't make sense

Are you down to slide cause I'm try'na take heads