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Risk (Intro) Video (MV)




Performed By: Budda Man & Filbeats
Language: English
Length: 1:46
Written by: Sema’j Lawrence




Budda Man & Filbeats - Risk (Intro) Lyrics
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I bounce out and put that Budda on
Takin risk in life really put me on
Had to man up ain't nobody gone put me on
I just chopped and screwed everything I had to redo it
Niggaz hating on me like I ain't used to it
Niggaz trynna give me game like I don't know what I'm doin
Grab anything I want in life ain't no forcin' it
Voice sound like a lambo ain't no horse in it
Yet
Get me a bag im trynna fly on a jet
See my potential I ain't even showed my best
Heat the Porsche up before I hop off the jet
Up all day and night why I need to rest
The poor sleep when I'm up trynna get a check
Mail say delayed im just waiting on my package
Hit the mall and splurge and see sumn I want I'ma grab it
Throw me a nice beat I'ma catch it
Paid for it in cash I had to snatch it
This bitch cook clean and rub my feet i ain't even askin
Respect not given so I'm demanding
Long day of work felt like I was runnin' thru these streets
I feel like the plug the way I'm hoggin this beat
I'm local now trynna run my city
When I'm global ain't no puttin niggaz on don't ask me
I'm not kickin it with niggaz I'm not Bruce Lee
This Budda brand my shit
Gambling takin risk like I'm shooting dice and shit
I look in the mirror tell myself who gone handle you
Nobody can handle me I'm him
Everything extravagant
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I bounce out and put that Budda on
Takin risk in life really put me on
Had to man up ain't nobody gone put me on
I just chopped and screwed everything I had to redo it
Niggaz hating on me like I ain't used to it
Niggaz trynna give me game like I don't know what I'm doin
Grab anything I want in life ain't no forcin' it
Voice sound like a lambo ain't no horse in it
Yet
Get me a bag im trynna fly on a jet
See my potential I ain't even showed my best
Heat the Porsche up before I hop off the jet
Up all day and night why I need to rest
The poor sleep when I'm up trynna get a check
Mail say delayed im just waiting on my package
Hit the mall and splurge and see sumn I want I'ma grab it
Throw me a nice beat I'ma catch it
Paid for it in cash I had to snatch it
This bitch cook clean and rub my feet i ain't even askin
Respect not given so I'm demanding
Long day of work felt like I was runnin' thru these streets
I feel like the plug the way I'm hoggin this beat
I'm local now trynna run my city
When I'm global ain't no puttin niggaz on don't ask me
I'm not kickin it with niggaz I'm not Bruce Lee
This Budda brand my shit
Gambling takin risk like I'm shooting dice and shit
I look in the mirror tell myself who gone handle you
Nobody can handle me I'm him
Everything extravagant
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Writer: Sema’j Lawrence
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