Risky Business Ransom (Ft. Freddie Gibbs)

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
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 digits 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