HIGH RISKS

[Intro]
Yeah, Yeah
(?)
9-0-2 fuck the 5-0 that’s on everything I love ya dig
Word, Yeah, Uh, Listen

[ Chorus]
Ever since a lil boy
Always wanted to be a baller
Aim to be a shot caller
Money like white collars
Bitches thought they was a doll
So I treat em like a dolla
Super easy when they come, and leave em faster than they holla
Scottie Pippen with the beam
High as ever I can be
Know a nigga looking solo
I Marco Polo with the team
Come and witness how it is
Black men die quick
Black men high fist
Black men high risks

[Verse]

Uh, I’m probably on a hit list
They don’t want me to exist
They don’t want me to surpass that ass
I’m roadrunner make you miss
The type of nigga that can hang
Like one handed on a cliff
Cliffhanging on them bitches
Can never fall for that shit
G walk in chuck Taylor’s
Get money fuck haters
Fuck around and catch some feelings
I’ll sit back and write some letters
Like we can’t C -I -TO- I-U-N -X-TRA luggage C U later
X-O money maker
P.S Stay dangerous
In the west they call me Texas
16 I caught a Felon
Use my hands just like a weapon
Push a button I be reckless
And all these niggas talking shit behind my back you better prepare for the hell of it bro
Fuckin wit me gon’ be hell of a show
If you didn’t know, now y’all niggas gon’ know that

[Chorus]
Ever since a lil boy
Always wanted to be a baller
Aim to be a shot caller
Money like white collars
Bitches thought they was a doll
So I treat em like a dolla
Super easy when they come, and leave em faster than they holla
Scottie Pippen with the beam
High as ever I can be
Know a nigga looking solo
I Marco Polo with the team
Come and witness how it is
Black men die quick
Black men high fist
Black men high risks
D. Smith

[Outro]
Gang, gang
We don't play no games bitch
Watch how quick yo main chick
Leave off with the Gang, gang, gang
We so smooth come take a flick
Once I'm gone, this gone be it
You gon respect this name
Gang, gang
It's hard to put out this flame
Who to fuck there to blame?
Stay the fuck out this lane
Gang, gang
Bitch