TFE Sheedo - Real Risky (feat. Vs Blackus)

I ain't no killer, but don't push me
'Cause shots up out this Glock would leave a nigga real crispy
Bullets skin his face up, like he take a shot of whiskey
Village smoke and TFE together, that's real risky

Niggas be straight rats, y'all should label them Mickey
When I was down, she wasn't answering, now she miss me
Me and Blackus do the dash, in a H, all tinted
Soon as that nigga send a diss, I trying to go get him

Sheed, don't get your hands dirty, we got hitters, send 'em
Real rap, no cap, we ain't doing no pretending
Let me know what's up, if it's up, then ain't no dropping it
Speaking from the bottom of your heart, then we stopping it

Nigga was my dawg, had to cut him off 'cause a opp with him
I ain't gon' stop hustling 'til my pockets get some knots in it
He diss me in a song, I ain't tripping, hope he pop with it
I ain't competing with my niggas, I want be on top with 'em

Always been the suspect, could never make me the victim
Flexing like this, check out these real nigga symptoms
Them niggas only cap, they ain't smoke, I ain't with em
Free them real niggas, fell victim to the system

Free them real niggas who look up inside them cages
More timing 'til me and my dawg selling off them big stages
Had to flip the script, I had to turn a couple pages
Put a number in my cup, sip it and now I feel amazing
Can't mind none of these jokers, they ain't really trying to hit something
Niggas only talking tough and they ain't trying to flip nothing
She used to diss me now, she miss me, look how that shit switch up
I ain't with the arguing, with whatever if it kick up
Double back to the area real quick, like I miss something
See me, when I pop out, I be flyer than a bird
I ain't with too much discussion, let me know what's the word
I ain't putting hoes before the bag, the money is my concern
Been the realist in this shit, no cap, don't care what you heard

Doubling back on they block, like a pot getting stirred
62s twist his face up, got it looking like it blurred
If you ain't trying to talk money, I won't understand your word
Got that slow-mo in my cup, and eyes mucky from this herb
Mop sticks in the bushes, we straight thugging on the curb
Fuck it, we ain't waiting 'til the night, we spinning while the sun out
Shit so real, hope I don't catch him with his son out
Leave him fix nasty, face off, with his tongue out
Could send them niggas any time, 'cause I is the head honcho
We strapped at every party, we ain't trying to have no punch out
All my niggas strapped up, like a dyke or something
And they all on demon time, they ain't blying nothing
First thing violate, then they firing something
Homicide and body bags, when this iron jumping
Let that boy step wrong, we stop his heart pumping

These niggas out here playing tough, but they steady running
Kick that hoe straight to curb, like I big punting
Pressure pack stinking up the scene, yeah, she big skunking
They airbagging with the pressure, niggas big slunking

Don't do that shit, 'cause you know it come with repercussions
Cold hearted, drill nigga, shooting up your function
We at your neck right away, fuck a introduction
On a drill, we come to kill, ain't doing no discussing

I ain't doing no discussion, don't want talk to niggas
These niggas goofy, main reason why I don't rock with niggas
.40 doing martial arts, the way that it chopping niggas
And if we wibing, I ain't sneaking, you gon' know the business
And if you starting up some shit, I trying to finish it
Keep the info on lockdown, I gon' Minnis it
Anoint a nigga with the static, trying to christen him
Never change on the gang, I got a full time membership

On the gang, top figure

Written by:
Joshua Civil, Rasheed Dewar

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