Joe 8ball - Risk

Why do my life come with risk yeah..
Why do my life come with...
Why do my life come with risk yeah
Why do my life come with risk yeah
I gotta (got to) stack all my chips yeah
Never worry about a Bitch yeah
Why do my life come with risk dam and all the gone homies I miss yeah
I cannot lack on the strip Yeah, So fuck the Coppas (Coppers) if they blitz yeah
Why do my life come with risk yeah
Why do my life come with risk yeah
I gotta (got to) stack all my chips yeah
Never worry about a Bitch yeah
Why do my life come with risk damn and all the gone homies I miss yeah
I cannot lack on the strip Yeah, So fuck the Coppas (Coppers) if they blitz yeah
I was 13 living bad dreams I swear I needed some help
I chose to rob and take it for myself
If I aint (Did not) do it would've been in filth
If I aint (Did not) sell it anger would've built,
Then would've been wrong if someone got killed
I cannot fake this is how I feel,
Shit only like this cause we aint (Did not) have meals
Hungry youngins (Youth) that grew up in the field,
Was taught by the Apes and the Rebels
They taught me to make this shit bubble,
Out For Paper taught me how to double
You want me for the money then fuck you,
Need a chick with a smile and a hustle
Baby i'ma (Im going to) get money regardless,
Watch how chips around you start to crumble
When you talking streets its a different story,
That boy done get hit with like 14
Forgetting to pray when folks die everyday is like forgetting sleep on the codeine
All of these rappers they bore me,
All of that cappin (Lying) shit corny
Coming to test me then i'ma (Im going to) go green I bet trigger fingers going get horny
Why do my life come with risk yeah
Why do my life come with risk yeah
I gotta (Got to) stack all my chips yeah
Never worry about a Bitch yeah
Why do my life come with risk dam and all the gone homies I miss yeah
I cannot lack on the strip Yeah, So fuck the Coppas (Coppers) if they blitz yeah
Why do my life come with risk yeah
Why do my life come with risk yeah
I gotta (Got to) stack all my chips yeah
Never worry about a Bitch yeah
Why do my life come with risk dam and all the gone homies I miss yeah
I cannot lack on the strip Yeah, So fuck the Coppas (Coppers)if they blitz yeah
Ask them how I feel I'm going up,
Thumbing through some money swollen thumbs
I want all my pockets throwing up,
Then I gotta (Got to) grab a lot of guns
Sad we made it from the streets for real,
Flamed ya (Your) homie put eem (Him) on a grill
Trenches put me through a lot of chills,
Start popping for (Before) I even popped a pill
Lately been stressing but fuck it,
If you seeing my tears get a bucket
If I fuck with you ill be the dumbest
I'll be dammed if ill be someone's puppet
Yaw clowns been had too much to juggle
That's why they walking round looking troubled
I'ma (Im going to) smoke up a eighth and might stumble
I be blunted cause my life a puzzle
Now let me go and lay the pieces out
Didn't need you I don't need you now
Niggas talking they be scheming now
I don't fucking really need the clowns...Yea
And niggas They be trying to see me now
I'm just gonna (Going to)fucking ride around
30 in my Lap I blam (Shoot) it now
Why do my life come with risk yeah
Why do my life come with risk yeah
I gotta (Got to) stack all my chips yeah
Never worry about a Bitch yeah
Why do my life come with risk dam and all the gone homies I miss yeah
I cannot lack on the strip Yeah, So fuck the Coppas (Coppers) if they blitz yeah
Why do my life come with risk yeah
Why do my life come with risk yeah
I gotta (Got to) stack all my chips yeah
Never worry about a Bitch yeah
Why do my life come with risk dam and all the gone homies I miss yeah
I cannot lack on the strip Yeah, So fuck the Coppas (Coppers)if they blitz yeah

Written by:
Jonathan Jackson, Riley Lee Friesen, Ross King

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