I had to take a riSK
I had to take a Chance
My daddy work till his back hurt
And my mama don't need to stand
Cause she done did enough
So i need a million
Matter fact i need plenty of em
After that imma give it to em
Yes i need plenty money fendi money
What's a v12 to a hemi money Santa in the chimney money
Big bag on me not just on the holidays
Make believe when I'm on that jet to another hideaway
Real rap real ones they can relate
I remember all them nights i seen the pain in my mom face
Whatcha know bout 1 bedroom 5 people one estate
God kept us anyway yea we had amazing grace
Pops had to sit me down
We ain't even had a couch, he was the man of the house we ain't even have a house
Faith of a mustard seed but my mom she had an ounce
She said you gotta trust in me the Big God gone get us out
Fast forward packed up relocated down south
I was at my granny house
Whole crib was packed out
Lil cuz on top bunk another sleepin floor
Big cuzzo Tazzy T had trap boomin next door
So what do you think that i had to do
I had to switch up my attitude
Can't be in the streets or the avenue
They could love you and end up attackin you
My cuzzo a shooter he got into it
A bullet away from embalming fluid now he hooked up with meds and lotta fluid
He want revenge he gotta do it
I can't ask him why
It's all in his head now
Yea he almost died
He only see red now
So you better back back for a flashback make him flash that in yo face
F*ck a cash app niggas stash that in a glad bag where it's safe
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I had to take a riSK
I had to take a Chance
My daddy work till his back hurt
And my mama don't need to stand
Cause she done did enough
So i need a million
Matter fact i need plenty of em
After that imma give it to em
Yes i need plenty money fendi money
What's a v12 to a hemi money Santa in the chimney money
Big bag on me not just on the holidays
Make believe when I'm on that jet to another hideaway
Real rap real ones they can relate
I remember all them nights i seen the pain in my mom face
Whatcha know bout 1 bedroom 5 people one estate
God kept us anyway yea we had amazing grace
Pops had to sit me down
We ain't even had a couch, he was the man of the house we ain't even have a house
Faith of a mustard seed but my mom she had an ounce
She said you gotta trust in me the Big God gone get us out
Fast forward packed up relocated down south
I was at my granny house
Whole crib was packed out
Lil cuz on top bunk another sleepin floor
Big cuzzo Tazzy T had trap boomin next door
So what do you think that i had to do
I had to switch up my attitude
Can't be in the streets or the avenue
They could love you and end up attackin you
My cuzzo a shooter he got into it
A bullet away from embalming fluid now he hooked up with meds and lotta fluid
He want revenge he gotta do it
I can't ask him why
It's all in his head now
Yea he almost died
He only see red now
So you better back back for a flashback make him flash that in yo face
F*ck a cash app niggas stash that in a glad bag where it's safe
I had to take a Chance
My daddy work till his back hurt
And my mama don't need to stand
Cause she done did enough
So i need a million
Matter fact i need plenty of em
After that imma give it to em
Yes i need plenty money fendi money
What's a v12 to a hemi money Santa in the chimney money
Big bag on me not just on the holidays
Make believe when I'm on that jet to another hideaway
Real rap real ones they can relate
I remember all them nights i seen the pain in my mom face
Whatcha know bout 1 bedroom 5 people one estate
God kept us anyway yea we had amazing grace
Pops had to sit me down
We ain't even had a couch, he was the man of the house we ain't even have a house
Faith of a mustard seed but my mom she had an ounce
She said you gotta trust in me the Big God gone get us out
Fast forward packed up relocated down south
I was at my granny house
Whole crib was packed out
Lil cuz on top bunk another sleepin floor
Big cuzzo Tazzy T had trap boomin next door
So what do you think that i had to do
I had to switch up my attitude
Can't be in the streets or the avenue
They could love you and end up attackin you
My cuzzo a shooter he got into it
A bullet away from embalming fluid now he hooked up with meds and lotta fluid
He want revenge he gotta do it
I can't ask him why
It's all in his head now
Yea he almost died
He only see red now
So you better back back for a flashback make him flash that in yo face
F*ck a cash app niggas stash that in a glad bag where it's safe