Real Shit

Uh huh Yeah,They don't keep it a hundred like they say they do Uh, yeah, let's get it Already told them once, if I gotta tell them two times It's gon' be some shots, twenty ten in a shoe line You could ask around, who really bought that action Bet you they gon' say, he, he, Michael Jackson Niggas got me rapping' now, I'm rapping' with the passion If they really want smoke, send a signal, make it happen You could get that AK that Spray way I'm a loner, I don't f*ck with people, I stay away Niggas hating' and they be ratting', give you a case I was taught to read the room, so I peep that whole play Real niggas don't lose, we just kinda stay away And you know what they say, that's when the mice play I be like, leave me alone, bitch, nobody home, bitch Don't call my phone, bitch, I'm in my zone, bitch This that real shit, back to the block, wish for a key That was back then, stop sellin' dope, cause it got weak Stepped on with the F, I don't f*ck with it, I'm a G Hit up H, tell him, homie, I'm good, stay with that sleeve, nigga Uh huh Uh huh Uh huh Yeah They don't keep it a hundred like they say they do I said that already The f*ck is on your biscuit? Make me pull the biscuit Only got one life, stupid motherfuckers risk it Nigga, this a knife, I know 21 savages, nigga Say the word, they gon' pull up and do damage, my nigga What's the word? It ain't nothin' like you heard You won't' never hear it comin', that's my motherfucking' word I flipped that, put two in your six pack for a big stack And I never keep my money where I keep my kid at Real shit, you see what I did? I just kissed that Living' off experience, a milli', this a big bag I get commas, period, that's what got you big, mad They know they be feelin' it, it's just that they big, mad What's the problem? What it is? I know they just big, mad Shoutout my nigga Green, he use to hate it when I did that Real shit, back to the block, wish for a key That was back then, stop selling' dope, cause it got weak Stepped on' with the F, I don't f*ck with it, I'm a G Hit up H, tell him, homie, I'm good Stay with that sleeve, nigga It's that real New York shit, uh huh Let's get it, uh huh Uh huh Yeah Yeah