Risks (feat. Chris Illas, VigilPro & JamesThe3rddd) Video (MV)

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