Go For Broke

[Intro: GioGio]
Yeah, yeah
Woah, shit
Woah, shit
Woah, shit

[Verse 1: GioGio]
I'm always remembering Gio as a child, joking around
It's joggin' my memory, wrote me a style, rode it to town
Step to me? Fuck it, just let 'em sing
Rhyme it, I get some hits, funny, 'cause as a kid
Used to get bruises when I got me punch in the mouth
A vengeance to maggots who lend me a beat
A millennial whose efforts will live for centuries
I'm the centerpiece, a centipede, I have endless feats
Just look at what Jay just sent to me
It's a sentiment to just wreck a kit
When the words from your brain just erupt in a haze
And their birth in a space where they meant to be
It's a catastrophe for an asshole whose ass is a fan to me
Offendin' me? Well, come at me, G
I sell like a boat, why the hell you think I call my life a shipwreck
Even if my records ship?

[Hook: GioGio]
Go for broke
Shit, you hate me but it's counterpro-
Ductive, I duck it, funny, the amount of work that I do
Just to go for broke

[Verse 2: Aktivist]
Game got fucked so I'll change the rubber
Go for broke like I chase these hoes
Whose banks read 0 like they hate these numbers
Chain-link cover that I spray each sucker from
You don't know but Jay-Lee's gutter come
Pop a dumb freak like an appalam
We can get deep like an avalanche
You don't want beef when I'm at the ranch
I deflect the shit like light rays
Epileptic fit'll leave you lied sideways, read what the sign says
This Jay-Lee with Gio few flow like our sine waves
We loop holes like we tie lace (Why am I back now?)
To spit facts, when you say ''give brain'' (brain)
You mean with lip smacks
This runs like Usain Bolt on a kids track
Watch how you get rolled like oat packs
When I go for broke I smoke foes
Anyone in range gets toked so (woah)
Let's go get takin' your photos
'Cause what's next you bein' exposed, so

[Hook: GioGio]
Go for broke
Shit, you hate me but it's counterpro-
Ductive, I duck it, funny, the amount of work that I do
Just to go for broke

[Verse 3: GioGio]
So you pray for my fall, ''Gio is delusional, go for the cubicle
Roll with the numero uno
Cope with the fumes when you're paid on the 4th''
I've been left in the cold, but I made it so warm
I'm not beefing at all, but I'm seeking comfort
If you're speaking 'bout me, you better come forth
I'm sick of the bitter and badder, I go for the throat
Back when my feelings were choked
Bullies who had me in the hold and gave me the fuel
"Surely you're ending unknown, emptied by school
And dead on the road"
Mary, your son has no hope
Have it, you sung on your own
Ready, you fucks whether alone
Or together, the weather is pleasant
I grab on my weapon and let it unload