[Lyric] Calculated Risks (Demrick & Mike & Keys)

[Hook]
Take a calculated risk
Presi’ on the wrist
I be at the gun range, nigga don’t miss
No love for a bitch, flip the switch so quick
Hustle, get rich ‘til I beat the mortic’

Take a calculated risk yeah
Win some, lose some where I’m from
Win some, lose some where I’m from

[Verse 1]
I’ve been down, I’ve been up
Take an L and adjust
Lost some packs in the mail in a rush
That was little money to these milli’s we ‘gon touch
And I know who to call when I really need ‘em in the clutch
No crutch, but they ride with me
So many envy, they ‘gon try to stick me
My pipe smoking like a chimney, nigga slide the Henny
‘Cause old habits die slow, that’s why I lie low
Niggas looking for me like they trying to find gold
I roll one up and take the high road
Burning tracks like a pyro
Full time rap, but I trap on the side though
That’s a side note
So when you call, watch your convo
[Hook]
Take a calculated risk
Presi’ on the wrist
I be at the gun range, nigga don’t miss
No love for a bitch, flip the switch so quick
Hustle, get rich ‘til I beat the mortic’

Take a calculated risk yeah
Win some, lose some where I’m from
Win some, lose some where I’m from

[Verse 2]
No risk, no reward
Nigga, I’m the one while they talking two, three, four
And I’m still pushing trees like a leaf blower
So many steps to success I’ve seen each floor
But I need more
From sleeping on that couch to the house with the Louis V decor
To flying private in the G4. Tell the pilot “detour”
I’m with a freak, she wanna peak before we de-board
(Haha)
Yeah I talk about my life while these niggas they just record
For real

[Hook]
Take a calculated risk
Presi’ on the wrist
I be at the gun range, nigga don’t miss
No love for a bitch, flip the switch so quick
Hustle, get rich ‘til I beat the mortic’
Take a calculated risk yeah
Win some, lose some where I’m from
Win some, lose some where I’m from