[Part I: UGUDBRU]
"you good bruh?"
[Chorus: Jody Fontaine]
Don't you come out in the dark
Don't you come out in the dark
We might tear your ass apart
Don't you come out in the dark
Don't you come out in the dark
Thanks for givin' me my start
Don't you come out in the dark
Don't you come out in the dark
We might tear your ass apart
Don't you come out in the dark
Don't you come out in the dark
Don't you come out in the- (yeah)
[Verse 1: Jody Fontaine]
All your conversations don't move me
I'ma show these niggas how they do it in the movies
Bet she know the name, you don't gotta introduce me
Lately all my friends say I'm actin' too moody
I'm tuggin' on a spliff, hope the pain don't last too long
Feel insane 'cause I can't escape my past, move on
But I'm facin' all these people, gotta keep my cool on
And say it's all good even when I'm too gone
And I might be a lil' too in over my head
And I'm a couple hunnid miles from spitballin' in bed
And I'm kickballin', I miss when my kick start
Was playin' with PicsArt, not watchin the hip charts
I miss when my wrist hurt from makin lyrics work
When I had to ditch work to try to make hits work
Now brodie quit his work, we got 'em in golf shirts
We deep like the mobsters, I feel like a monster
I can't even crowdsurf, but still the records touchin' the masses
And niggas mad they feet was slow, their records move like molasses
I mean for real to each his own, I hope you could put it past us
As they continue to gas us, you lookin up like, "What happened?"
Im gone
[Chorus: Jody Fontaine]
Don't you come out in the dark
Don't you come out in the dark
We might tear your ass apart
Don't you come out in the dark
Don't you come out in the dark
Thanks for givin' me my start
Don't you come out in the dark
Don't you come out in the dark
We might tear your ass apart
Don't you come out in the dark
Don't you come out in the dark
Thanks for giving me my start
Thanks for giving me my start
Don't you come out in the-
[Interlude: Sam Truth]
Lookin' my way
Lookin', lookin', lookin' my way
Lookin' my way
Lookin', lookin', lookin' my way
Run it, run it, run it
Run it, run it, run it
Run it, run it, run it
Run it, run it, run it
[Part II: REALTANK]
[Intro]
Attention! Hut!
[Chorus: Jody Fontaine]
Real cajh nigga, will rumble in this ho
I'm a real cajh nigga, will rumble in this ho
And I give her real tank
That'll make her legs shake
Yeah, give her real tank
That'll make her legs shake
Yeah, give her real tank
That'll make her legs shake
Let's go!
[Verse 2: Jody Fontaine]
100 a session
Run me a weapon, I'm finna trip
I'm from the West, lil' boy, you don't wanna test
Hop off the porch, out the nest
Bitch, I'm the best, millys on millys is normal
Can't give a tip what I'm gon' do
I end up creepin' up on you, I'm finna haunt you
What can you say?
Cuffin' my pants like back in the day
Fuck up the advance, recoup in a day
Fall out with my mans? Nah, nigga don't play
I ride for my brothers, I'm keepin' em safe
Just bought a safe, he whippin' a truck
I'm breakin' the bank, not givin' a fuck
I'm runnin' on faith, not winnin' on luck
My limit is up, my limit is up
[Verse 3: Sam Truth]
All my dogs feeling awesome
Niggas finna call the opps, boy, I'm finna pop 'em
VA to the bay to the LA streets, recognize 'em
757, ride for my city like it's Gotham
Black power fist stand out in the moonlight like it's diamonds troof
[Chorus: Jody Fontaine]
Real cajh nigga, will rumble in this ho
Real cajh nigga...rumble in this ho
Yeah, I give her real tank
That'll make her legs shake
Yeah, give her real tank
That'll make her legs shake
[Verse 4: Baby Boy]
Through highest highs
And lowest lows
I remember mopping floors
Now I walk on marble floors
Like NLE I left em' froze
A gang of niggas, I suppose
12 deep on the road
Pat Wood, I Rose
When we come in you should know
Manifested all the gold
Barely touchin' on my goals
I'm thankful for it, Lord knows
You can feel it in your soul
I'm chasin' a bag and I'm steppin' in
See me glowin', tag the melanin
It's AG at Coachella, man
The white kids at attention
I'm chasin' a bag and I'm steppin' in
See me glowin' tag the melanin
It's AG at Coachella, man
[Chorus: Jody Fontaine]
Real cajh nigga, will rumble in this ho
Real cajh nigga...rumble...ho
Yeah, I give her real tank
That'll make her legs shake
Yeah, I give her real tank
That'll make her legs shake
And I give her-
[Outro]
Real tank
Real tank
Real tank
