Freddie Gibbs, Ransom - Risky Business lyrics

Yeah, yeah (I been, I been)
I been, I been overworked and underpaid
Underground nigga
Forced to pay this price of fame
Got me writing with my lights out
I seen brighter days
In my jail cell, tears dripping on the page
Phony charge got me facing
Double digit's overseas
I can't see my daughter and I'm
Knee deep in lawyer fees
Bond set at six figures
Real nigga bailing out
Homies owe me paper on the streets
Them niggas played me out
Came home on my feet
Boy I don't need no bitch to take me in
Choppers in my secret safe
My bitch ain't got the safety pin
Dak Prescott in a nigga's spot, bitch
I play to win ice water, fork
Richard Pryor rock on my plate again
I should have a deal with Gillette
The way I be shaving now
Scripts for the Percs in my neighbor's name
Serve my neighbor that
8th grade teacher took my beeper
Never gave it back
Dope boy, Motorola Timeport, StarTAC
Purple wire tap on like 9 9's on the Nextel
Moving flagrant
Alphabet agents they got me catching hell
Bring ya paper, weigh the work
Nigga gotta pay the work
Short sinners, major work
Nigga check his paperwork
My daddy got addiction for bitches
But did he pass it to me?
Wonder if these Backwoods or syrup
Putting that cancer in me
Wonder should I get the silver
Bentley or the silver Benz
Wonder if my homie plotting on
Me, nigga, fuck a friend, bitch

A bitch nigga
Ain't got shit but a bullet for a
A bitch nigga
I took a lot of risk to be a, a rich nigga
Ain't got shit but a bullet
For a, a bitch nigga, bitch nigga
A bitch, a bitch nigga
Ain't got shit but a bullet for a
A bitch nigga
I took a lot of risk to be a, a rich nigga
Ain't got shit but a bullet
For a, a bitch nigga, a bitch nigga

Whoever knew this the price to win?
I write the sins of a felon
Struggling to fight the pen
It might depend on you turning
These little mice to men
Despite your friends and haters who praying
Wait for your life to end (damn)
It might offend 'cause I'm
Probably addressing you
Momma told me hit the targets
And kill the messenger too (blaow)
You can tell them naked lies
But these niggas address the truth
We gon' see you keep it straight
When them niggas is pressing you
Bitch nigga
We can't relate to your lifestyle
(lifestyle) we rich niggas
Don't gotta wait 'til that price down
(price down) you snitch niggas swim by that
Lake and you might drown
Right now, begging, screaming
And praying for Christ now, pipe down (shhhh)
Don't gotta make a sound when
Your soul leaving out
'Cause a comfortable death is
What foes dream about
It ain't nothing left when
Them holes bleeding out (nah)
You can take ya last breath
Go 'head and breathe it out
You don't see my vision
I paint the pictures I'm living
Ex-felon, thumbing through several letters
Written in prison to my mother
I tell her 'bout my
Struggles with different women
She tell me that they come dime a dozen
Try not to love 'em, but respect 'em
(let's go)
Damn, did my father teach you these lessons?
Either I'm a splitting image or
I am truly a blessing?
You guys are new to aggression
Frail as a stick figure rich niggas
And we got no remorse for you bitch niggas
Bitch nigga

A bitch nigga
Ain't got shit but a bullet for a
A bitch nigga
I took a lot of risk to be a, a rich nigga
Ain't got shit but a bullet
For a, a bitch nigga, bitch nigga
A bitch, a bitch nigga
Ain't got shit but a bullet for a
A bitch nigga
I took a lot of risk to be a, a rich nigga
Ain't got shit but a bullet
For a, a bitch nigga, a bitch nigga