DANGEROUS Lyrics

Yeah

Stay dangerous

Just don't blow up 'til you need to

That go for your dreams too

They said your 20s really mean too

So you gotta have faith even then too

I know it's too hard

Staying sober, staying over

Going through withdrawals

Relapse what ain't disposed of

Did that bout a week ago

Getting hella high so you ain't feeling low

Feel it don't you

Drink up

When them niggas come around keep your links tucked

.30 Clutch

I ain't contributing to no Curry lines

Know they heard about me watching 30 for 30 rhymes

Top prospect

ESPN gone cover my stats

This a one way ticket ain't no coming back

One way in

One way out

And your ticket in this chamber

On the line no hanger

Clotheslines and coke lines straight from Decatur

Live how we need to

While doing shit that we don't need to 'til the time comes

When we can be free

Get millions and live dreams

Be crowned king too, I'm a dream team sipping clean lean

Prince for now

Hit a lick, wipe prints, only rich for now

Seen too much shit

My nigga don't quit right now

Don't lose ya dreams

Just remove yourself from toxic things and these oddest dreams

Death and War among other things

Working with my shadow tryin

Not to be shallow or too hallow

I done battled

Silence of the lambs treating everyone like cattle

Breaking out the shadows

Showing I'm deadly styles too goddamn heavy

Too much on my mind

Taking my time real steady

Upset right now

But I gotta live life with no regrets can't judge them now, I'm

Feeling great still

Pulling my weight still

No gas in my tank, but my studio stay here

So I been

In the crib for 3 years working on my fears

Toast up but I have yet to blow still

Struggling paying bills but my flow nice still

Your as cold as ice willing sacrifice love here

Kicking in high gear

Got money on my mind but pussy in my ear

Tell me why am I here

I feel niggas only on for the ride

Some people be real

Most really be facades, so I

Pray to God I can spot when I try

Say bye bye to bad people playing nice guy

Barely recovered from all the wars we done fought in

Feeling fiend sick

I'm rejecting all they taught me

I can't slip or let money hungry drive the whip

Even styled mine, bless up

Style my bitch

Keep yo chin up and yo chest out

Don't forget where you come from that you next out

81 Til infinity

Hoping that you hearing me

No names

Gain more fame

But I need digits see

I really hope you feel a young nigga

He ain't close to done nigga, he got

81 Years of this rap shit in him, I'll

Spit till I'm dead

My bitch and her best friend 2 bitches in my bed