[Verse 1: Relly Cole] Never had shit Always wanted more so I grab shit Cause growin up with a big dream in a small city was a bad mix Always been my own man, I ain't really care too much bout what a dad is God knew he was a drug addict, thinkin "why the fuck you let him have kids?" But I lucked up, set up for failure to be a fuck up Strengthened my barrier had to tough up It made me stronger so shut the fuck up Only pussies give up its a fucking stick up Like how the hot shit make a nigga freeze up and these niggas ease up I done seen Crips try to bool with the Bloods At the end of the night tryna throw they B's up Ain't no runnin, if you comin for me bitch im lookin for you Niggas love talkin hot shit, till that hot shit get to cookin on you Worry bout if your niggas fake but you will never know until they bookin on you Gotta watch them niggas that be in they feelings Really they don't feel you they just feel your image Keep a small circle I ain't never switchin Niggas gang bang, half of em bitches Really its just for a image because when its clutch time they be missin Ain't been really chasin bitches because lately I been chasin me some chicken If I'm fuckin bae you gotta [?] steal can't be mixin pleasure with my business Flexin my trap planet fitness Benji, bro, them Bloods they helped my with my vision Way too thirsty for attention I can't have these bitches fuckin up the vision So that mean I gotta go and get it, Ima go and get it Ima bring it back like that shit was rented You should keep it mind yo fuckin business Ever since a youngin I knew I was gifted bitch Smokin dope it got me lifted bitch Knowin I gotta play for keeps I used to play myself but know I'm seeing vivid bitch No more trippin, time to lace up If you feelin froggy nigga say some Talkin gun play but never spray none I can have some niggas change your face up [Verse 2: Chino LaMud] TryfeLyfe I'm a [?] I be breakin rules Drop so many shots on any yall That this clutch will prolly make the breaking news You got any proof pray it's bullet proof Pussy boy [?] in a body suit Prolly [?] your head [?] body you Time to let out everything inside of you I swear, I promise you that all that gasoline should be an antidote I be off the guard and it be fuck a hoe It's so many problems I be stressin on But like a firework I had to let it go Drop a hoe then get a better hoe Niggas freezin up when we gon let it snow Go against the grain and get a better coat Or throw the problems in they grandma medical What you livin for will be the death of you Hoes will be fuckin the niggas that's next to you Don't let no pussy embarrass you Might have to smack a bitch down like Chris Jericho Truth be told nigga I'm darin you Truth be told nigga I'm darin you Nobody in my clique scared of you And there ain't nobody here to come care for you, who gon care for you Relly,[?], my blood, fuck with us going and we blowin guns Like you trust me enough make you open up If you hate me enough then I'm blowin up Momma raised me enough not to give a fuck If I betray any brother then light me up Knew I was a shit before I left the [?] But we pass the Dutch around as if it was a slut [Verse 3: Relly Cole & Chino LaMud] If [?] was off bitch the burner on me Hot headed nigga two-hundred degrees Niggas get mad no collabin for free You gon take me as serious as I take me You take me as a joke I take pockets and leave I take your shit so I buy what I please I don't speak [?] so this ain't what it seem You don't want smoke then this ain't whatchu need I ain't average nigga tell me whatchu mean Ready for whatever karma gotta bring Just remember nigga karma got leave And get them niggas who say karma out for me I remember I ain't have that clout on me The bitches suckin never put they mouth on me Shooters sendin shooters to the house for me I shoot em off the top and burn the balcony [Outro] That's real shit That's real shit That's real shit And that's real shit That's real shit That's real shit That's real shit That's real shit
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