T i R i S - Risks Lyrics

I'm ah Young blue da vinci i'm all about the peso
I was 16 when I made my first bankroll
My dawgs believe in me so I don't need a f*ckin label
If I eat I'm makin sure they all at the table
Now If I give you time lil baby then you lucky
Plenty 304's in the city wanna cuff me
You gone piss me off tryna play me for ah dummy
You just love my lifestyle don't you ever say you love me
Money didn't change me dawg being broke did
Couple homies I called fam was on that hoe shit
Tiffany was always throwing off the motion
I had to cut her ass off too she was a broke bitch
Bad bitch tatted up with her own bread
She legit I don't disrespect her till we in the bed
Put it in ha throat make her choke till she turn red
Get her from the back
Then I smack the f*ck out her head
Smack Smack
I was in the mud feenin' for a plan
Looked at my wrist like f*ck I need some bands
Hundred grand
Talked to god he said bosses take a chance
F*ckin took a risk now my diamonds dance
Running man
Hold up Hold up Hold up
Recognize I'm the man
Recognize I'm the man
Recognize I'm the man
Recognize bitch I'm the mothaf*ckin' man
Went to hell came out with a neck full of ice
I was working part time sweatin' tryna get it right
F*cking quit said it's time to take a chance with my life
So I hopped in that corolla made it happen overnight
Yeah yeah
Now they like what the f*ck who'd thought he'd be this hot
Came a long way from selling weed out the ziplock
Now I drip gold like I pissed on my wrist watch
And my ice made of holy water
I got big rocks
Told her bout the vision and she said it wasn't dope enough
Told that bitch remember what she said when I'm blowing up
Couple niggas want me dead but I ain't folding up
Cause niggas ain't really bout it bout it they just throw it up
Self made so I'm bout to live it up
I love my brothers cause I know they never switching up
Got to chase a bag get the keys to the Bentley truck
Not just for me dawg talking all six of us yeah
I was in the mud feenin' for a plan
Looked at my wrist like f*ck I need some bands
Hundred grand
Talked to god he said bosses take a chance
F*ckin took a risk now my diamonds dance
Running man
Hold up Hold up Hold up
Recognize I'm the man
Recognize I'm the man
Recognize I'm the man
Recognize bitch I'm the mothaf*ckin' man
I'm talkin Buku diamonds
Buku diamonds
I'm talkin Buku gold
Buku gold
Motherf*ck the price
F*ck the Price
I'll never sell my soul
Sell my soul
Sweet tea thick thighs I can tell she from the south
Rich dick so you know I bust gold in her mouth
Tried to post me on her story so I kicked her out the house
I ain't rude I just hate when these hoes try to get clout
I'm looking at these loans I'm like what the f*ck I'm doing
If I got a passion why the hell I'm not pursuing
Told my people f*ck college they looked at me stupid
Cause I'm doing me chasing dreams making music