$2REAL (feat. $J-DOLLA)

I think I'm too real for the rap game They used to call me K.P., that's my trap Me and Payne back to back in the foreign things And we'll flood your block like a hurricane I can't f*ck with you artists, we are not the same Count cash in the bin, swerving lane to lane I can still spot a hater through these Gucci frames It's sad to say I made a living off of cocaine Bad nigga but I'm fly though, ride with that Draco I hit a snake nigga like I hit a fake hoe My lawyer got the case closed and I'm back on the road Book me for your next show, I know you seen a promo Bloodstreet, E&T, bitch you know we next to blue Just like Boston George when he met Pablo Had to learn Spanish cause the plug come from Mexico And I'm running through this gas faster than a Texaco Real niggas do real shit, fake niggas do f*ck shit Snitch on one of mine, I get you and your kids killed That's real shit, that's no stunting, bird season, no hunting Bad bitch, real bad bitch, no scissors, steel cutter DVS is in my ring, Gucci to the shoe string Copped so many packs that the plug know my first name My next flip I might go buy me a airplane I smoke a blunt and pop a Xan just to ease the pain I think I'm too real for the rap game They used to call me KP, that's my trap name Me and Payne back to back in the foreign things And we'll flood your block like a hurricane I can't f*ck with you artists, we are not the same Count cash in the bin, swerving lane to lane I can still spot a hater through these Gucci frames It's sad to say I made a living off of cocaine I can never change them, my real niggas They say we the same, but you my lil' nigga Still want you to grow and get real bigger One thing you need to know, that it's real, nigga Gate niggas the game, grind, let them shine with me Ten birds a week, yeah, I got that nine with me Seventeen to keep, huh, that's how we get it Rest in peace, my nigga, be damned That's how we every million dollar dream We bring it to reality, f*ck with us And you forge your own salary Power never hold my nuts, we execute the casualty Niggas wouldn't front me, shit, and eatin' so they mad at me I thank God that I made it through these tragedies Must go with the same kids who went to bed for me I mean that, actually, only get fat from me Made your pain pay, yeah, eat I think I'm too real for the rap game They used to call me KP, that's my trap name Me and Payne back to back in the foreign things And we'll flood your block like a hurricane I can't f*ck with you artists, we are not the same Count cash in the Benz, swervin' lane to lane I can still spot a hater through these Gucci frames It's sad to say I made a living off of cocaine