Takin' these chances, y'all
Takin' more chances than you
Takin' more chances, y'all
Takin' more chances
Takin' more chances than Evel Knievel
Locked in this shit tryna take it my people
Kickin' my shit like I'm sponsored by Fever
I left the bitch cause she thought that I'd leave
Took a little trip just to get the word cheaper
Hop out the Benz with a motherf*ckin' sweeper
Really been trappin' since pay phones and beepers
Been sleepin
Came up out the trenches, we servin' the deacons
That's a lot
Trappin' for days, might be goin' to the weekend
Oh, God
Six-pack room, hard shit, I rarely don't sleep in it
F*ck
On my way up, none of the f*ck shit I'm peepin
Got out the mud, made me a little stiff
40 by my dick, nah, I don't trust shit
If I had to blow it, I'ma empty out the clip
May God be with, cause a nigga gettin' hit
Keep a chip on my shoulder, I know I'm the shit
Even when I'm havin' extra shit, I don't share my shit
I've run, but I'm tired, so I ain't used to that shit
I keep the f*ck niggas out of my mix
I took a chance against Oz, went legit
Before I ever go broke, I put my last on the brick
You keep the chain
Break it all down, Mr. Cut, then I whip
Break it all down, mix it up good
No stash, spot still loaded, whip
Transport don't work, but we called it a trip
Take more chances than Evel Knievel
Locked in this shit, tryna take in my people
Kickin' my shit like I'm sponsored by Fever
I let the bitch cause she thought that I'd need her
Took a little trip just to get the word G
Hop out the Benz with a motherf*ckin' sweeper
So many hustles, I make money slow
I got so many hustles, your bitch get a whiff
If I show her too much, then she f*ck around and leave
When I pop out that cut and you see that bitch up, you're on duck
Your family is gonna be creepin
We get the drop, then we creepin
My niggas ready, they mobbin' and sweepin
We poppin' your top like a f*ckin' two-liter
I put this on Jesus, he gave me a reason
I got it hot, I cut on the heater
I got a block, I call the chief, she thought she was slick
So I had to grease her, now that bitch sick, she gotta feed her
Ain't no way I never let nothin' get in my way
When I'm tryna feed my people
I told that nigga I'm tryna meet people
They was tryna hug for some seasons
I don't know why, this shit really easy
They don't really know how I talk
And you can't see my shit when I got on the beat
I really be with some creepers
Who sneak up on you, they comin' like jeepers
What you know about bein' loud
Then you can't f*ck up, cause there's people that need it
Take more chances than Evel Knievel
Locked in this shit, tryna take in my people
Kickin' my shit like I'm sponsored by Fever
I left the bitch cause she thought that I'd need her
Took a little trip just to get the word G
Really been trappin' since payphones and beepers
So many hustles, I make money sleepin