Song: Risk It All
Year: 2021
Viewed: 29 - Published at: 9 years ago

At age 16 I dropped out /
Fuck them colleges /
Graduated from that pyrex pot - no scholarship /
A dope boy, but I learned to master -
The politics, while all them other niggas /
Sold an ounce, and they called it quits /
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I’m tryna make it to the top /
I want all of it /
Made a lot of haters /
But I will not acknowledge them /
Cuz as the Crime-Minister, I will just -
Abolish them /
Got blood on my Christian Lou’s /
My boo - come n polish them /
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My whip foreign, bitch foreign /
Diamonds on me tip-toeing /
Met the plug, he taught me how to ball /
N i’m still brick throw’n /
Roley on my wrist glowing /
Ears got them carats /
Designer on me /
I just left - Fashion Week in Paris /
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Robert Borden, what I cherish /
Til I perish I’ll stay stackin’ /
Never caught me packing /
But got K’s like the Kardashians /
At the casino, 100G notes /
I’m cashing in /
Posted like the green light /
All I know is traffic /
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Traffic, rush hour /
Massage seat relaxin’ /
Bet I pick ya bitch up /
She gon’ fuck me in the backseat /
If I take her home after we bone /
I call the taxi - ‘nd anybody asks /
I don’t know you, don’t text me /
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In the Lexi, 180 down Gretzky /
Listening to Z, cuz u can see -
A nigga wealthy /
J’s on my feet, i got J’s on the celly /
N trappin’ pussy too /
I sent ‘em J’s to the telly /
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My backwood fulla pink /
And shawty know, Cliquot is all I drink /
Ruth’s Chris’ bill cost a mink /
All these ice stones on me /
Like a drink, bitches sip drip /
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Green light, gone ina blink /
Tires sick grip /
Big crib, ion even sleep in it /
Got this thick bitch /
At night I’m going deep in it /
She wanna fuck me /
Cuz my pockets on some creepy shit /
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Threw the bouncers 50 Borden’s /
Just to let us in /
We turned the club into a highlight /
Call ESPN /
I’m in the south, hanging out /
With the Mexicans /
You do it for the clout -/
And I do it for the cause /
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Running round with that -/
Bag on me, like Santi Klaus /
I got niggas in the Maxes /
I got niggas in the malls /
While you were out paying taxes /
I was making telmate calls /
Now i’m free, i call the plug like -/
Fuck it, nigga - lemme get em all /

( Margiela Myers )
www.ChordsAZ.com

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