Risk lyrics

[Intro]
I got, I got...
I got, I got...

[Verse]
I got cocaine in my conscience, got it from my father figure
[?] when they shot the n*gga, I would've been non-existent
Running through my momma [?], probably made 'em fall in love
I really feel it all was meant, 'cause that's what I'm a product of
Shouldn't even be here, sh*t I ain't even asked for this
How can I fit in with y'all when y'all ain't taking half the risk?
I'm just on some savage sh*t, simple yet elaborate
[?] don't know love live here but a n*gga still passionate, nah
For real I want all of my n*ggas to flourish
Trying to get all my n*ggas encouraged
I stand still and watch you [?] in the current with herb burning
Still urging working [?] fully furnished, I'm in it
Time is money baby, fully reserving my minutes
Real to the image [?] blemish
It get intense and yet I feel like this sh*t is a scrimmage
Sometimes I feel like one of the realest lil n*ggas invented

[Verse 2]
I'm still on fire with that warm up on, layup line God
Filet I'm saying displaying the shake is my side job
Like f*ck playing it safe, I know this ain't my design
We on the corner staying like them n*ggas spinning the signs
But we don't need no intervention if that sh*t ain't divine
You wasn't in it with us nickel and dime, don't get intertwined
I'm real to the stitching b*tch, my sh*t in a vine
Won't kick like Kobe still in his prime, you gotta dig it
All you n*ggas gotta defend it
Swimming-swimming off the block how I got it out of the trenches, ooh
This sh*t is [?] to keep a n*gga smoking
Leave the future on repeat, pain run deeper than the ocean
I came up on the creep before you even get that notion
And it's faster than Tyreke the way I put that sh*t in motion
It's filthy with them kicks is stepping on rugs, clean thug jeans
I can feel it in my bloodstream