Risks (feat. Chris Illas, VigilPro & JamesThe3rddd)

Long living Young souls gunning one another down Until the moon's gone I'm still all for a blade Only need it for when a nigga trippin Go figure I'm a go getter But Lost my picture Duck dodging the ram Leaving knees to the neck No need for a weapon I'd rather take all the shots Die last in the frontlines I'm ahead of my time Still spacey in thought Lose it all Then it's gone Then, I recover with strength Learned to push the weight off with ease Hella training Switching seasons See it in the leaves As their falling Never failing Only learning from the lessons That life brings Manifest destiny I love the deep ends Swimming pools of sickness Oceans translucent Yet, their not see through Enter the darkness Keep the cookies on the platter Momma told me not to trust anyone Imma keep away from the strangers Made brothers Yet, I'm still the only son Get it in my head I'm not here for the breadlock on mindsets I'm committed to completion of my dreams Turning them to reality Until, I finish and meet my demise Deceasing of the creation of God Then, I'm gone Ice cold when I'm Robbin somethin Baskin Thirty in the clip n one in the chamber Who's askin We can slide like skiers Bandanas over ski masks though Or I can swing at your head Right now And Leave your jaw broke Wait Wait Ok I'm off of that now Finna hit a blunt N Be off in the clouds I be on mute When I'm smokin on loud Only make sound When I cough from the pounds Wait Wait Smoke when I come round Then I put a nigga in a coffin right now Yeah Yuh Yuh Me n my niggas in the lobby right now We don't give a f*ck how it's goin down I had two blunts today I had four blunts today I six blunts today I'm finna light a spliff for me New dawn New day Fresh ink hits the page I hit the J I reach the sun Before I greet the day Just to get away from The simulation Then, resume back to the game Dog This ain't like back in the days You get clapped If you actin' on stage My dog do got the Glock in his glove Sniffin for blood Itchin for moral Make you see life from a different decor I'm a slave to this physical form Unchain the chain Let me explore Won't bear this living dog I know that there's more Old flame Burn me straight to the core Man The wound still visible Room full of eyes Yet, I feel invisible Pain in disguise But It's obvious Catch me in the late night Shifting through the daytime Heads bump Fists thrown Imma get mine If it come down to it bro Please Don't take it there I won't make it fair Type three winds Blow your ass a long way from here Patience for the win though Inches from the endzone Tally up the wins Before I call this shit the end yo Tally up the wins For I'm sittin at the bench though Tally up the wins I was birthed into beast mode Tally up the wins Tally up the wins