4 REAL

I will never ever pay for pussy, homie I'm not a dummie Instead of it I'm quiting beef Smoking weed, chilling on my crib (Hey Carter, CHILL) Anytime you want or anywhere you at I'll pick you up cause you're a thot What's the plot? I'm not a cop but Better call my homies by their names, dawg They can pull you out of C4, 4 For real, this shit's real Are we clear? I made the deal I got the ill that you feel When I put my lyrics on the grill Now you know I'm Carter hill For real, this shit's real Are we clear? I made the deal I got the ill that you feel When I put my lyrics on the grill Hill... A dog with a bark, but I don't see no fucking mark I don't ask for ideas, homie I gave you one and you don't owe me That's a gift from Carter Hill I'm on the lead, creating hits Paying bills and other shit I wrote a fuckin drill And be prepared My rap's gonna make you feel scared I'm feeling better everyday Trading fire for some air Nobody's gonna say I would never dare For real, this shit's real Are we clear? I made the deal I got the ill That you feel when I put my lyrics on the grill For real, this shit's real Are we clear? I made the deal I got the ill That you feel when I put my lyrics on the grill How could I eat a crumb if I have the pie? Material's hard but I'd like to take the mic And that's my lifestyle I'm gonna be a rapstar You cannot stand this tough talk You better turn and walk man For real, this shit's always real I don't ask for FAM but I feel it near Hustler! Rumbling and ready to conquer Told you I became a monster You cannot keep it up stairs For real, this shit's real Are we clear? I made the deal I got the ill That you feel when I put my lyrics on the grill You can call me Carter Hill (But I'd like to take the mic)