4 The Real

Uh, yeah Astro Paper come first man, set shit man Uh, yeah I ain't counting nobody when shit got hard You said that you wit it we pulling your card We creepin your bushes, we stompin your yard Uh, yeah She can get wicked, I'm feeling like nard Really turn up im youngest in charge These niggas be bappin and these niggas be fraud If you was down bad, nigga, what would you do I found me a way, I found me a route My niggas be hitting, we shoot off the boot I slide with two shooters, we pull up in coupe I'm worried about funds, just give me the loot I'm trying to get rich, give a f*ck what you do I'm snapping on beats, cause the rent, really do Nigga, this my life, I don't know about you This my life, I know Ima shoot When it's war time, in the field with the troops You say you gon' slide, then lace up your boots No, this ain't bap, I'm telling the truth Long live the guys, I do this for you Shout out my mama, I do this for you Thank God for my son, I do this for you If you a real nigga, I'm talking to you Pent house shit, just look at the view Give me a tool, I'm letting off screws Seeing some money get me in the mood When I was down bad, had to bust me a move When I'm on the court, I catch it and shoot My nigga, we never been equal I'm snapping on beats,I do this shit for my people Dickriding, niggas be the ones who need you Thoughts in my head, this shit be evil My life is a movie, ain't talking about regal Niggas be telling, can't f*ck with no weasel Yeah, lil' nigga, stop acting like some you ain't F*ck all the street shit, go get you some pape Niggas be beefing, I'm trying to get paid If you gon' trap, don't do it where you stay I ain't count on nobody when shit got hard You said that you with it, we pulling your card Creeping your bushes, we stomping your yard Yeah, she can get wicked, I'm feeling like nard Really turnt up I'm the youngest in charge These niggas be bapping, these niggas be fraud I know Ima Make it, just give me a minute Boy, I'm the goat, I'm the heart of the trenches F*ck all that beef we worried bout riches Cop me a drac, it's the size of a midget No, I can't stop till I touch me a ticket Cooking up shit, boy, I'm hot like a skillet Ain't doing no faking, lil' nigga, I'm the realest We cool with them apes, I'm hang with gorillas Cool with them apes, I hang with gorillas All real life shit, man None of that bap None of that fraud shit, man And free bro man, long live the guys, man