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(Realest), in it (In it)
I was on the block I was suspended
Niggas, (Bitches)
I takin' shots, I hope they don't get offended
G550, is not a rental
New AP, edition
Still be in the trenches, be totin' pistols
I went to jail, I still can go and get 'em

Hold up, (Baby)
You been goin' crazy, who said you wouldn't it?
I keep to say to dopeboys 'round the nation
I won't stop for nothin', I'm after paper
Talkin' like I'm basic, really that's some shit
See I'm out in public, why never say shit?
They know I would pay for them to get a
Penthouse at the top, I come from out the
Opps talkin' crazy, my Glock don't jam
Gotta make it back home, take of my lil' one
it's time to ride, I'm like fuck makin' a diss song
Went and a Wraith just for somethin' for us to sit
on
Every on the come-up send a song for me to get on
nothin' wrong, I used the plug for me to get on
Ten thousand outfit, I got this shit on
DM-in' my ho, another nigga I'ma on

(Realest), in it (In it)
I was on the block because I was
Niggas, (Bitches)
I ain't shots, I hope they don't get offended
G550, this is not a
New AP, limited
Still be in the trenches, still be totin'
I done went to jail, I can go and get 'em (Wop)

Gucci up, time for a button-up (Huh)
Haters face crunched up like I cut an up (Damn)
Your rent pay for what I for the temp fade (Huh?)
Got the blocks any day, yeah them (Blockies)
Got the trap up on a Wednesday (Up)
Samurai, choppin' up work like a (Wop)
Cops is so safe, I rock like
They don't really know no nothin' the old Ray (No)
out my Box Chevy, me and OJ (Huh)
Michael with the glove, Annie, are you okay?
(Wow)
in the hood singin' like the old Jay
Dope so good, your uncle sell the Bluray (Damn)
Drop the top off the Rolls like a
Fiasco I pull up like I'm Lupe (Uh)
Castro, but now in the new day
Shoot him in the head, I ain't like him, no way
Billie Jean, bitch I'm tryna see your whole
He he slick so I shot him in the doorway (Huh)
Another murder, boy, I'm known for murder

Double murder, to pin it on me like I'm OJ (Wow)
Quadruple cross him a nigga owe me
like I never had a vertebrae (It's Gucci)
Boss talk, 'em bring it to your doorway
4 Pockets Full, up a four-way

(Realest), in it (In it)
I was on the block I was suspended
Niggas, (Bitches)
I takin' shots, I hope they don't get offended
G550, this is not a
New AP, edition
Still be in the trenches, still be pistols
I done went to jail, I can go and get 'em

Engine in the rear, put a million in the (Rear)
What the fuck is fear? Chopper eat you like it's
(Fear)
Fourth and long, nigga, but we go for the punt
(Long)
at the thottie body, this ho is a runt (Thottie)
Wait, when we draw the chopper, niggas start to
(Wait)
Wait, these wanna come fuck with a don? (Woo)
Wait, if a nigga talk about some funds, I (Relate)
You hate, I did the race, (Skrrt)
Thinkin' I'm Meech, M's in the vase (Meech)
Practice what I preach, money on the daily (Practice
I)
She not NeNe but she leaks oh so (She not NeNe)
plottin' and I peep with a lazy (What I peep)
Push the money out, I'm in (Woo)
She tryna fuck me for clout, hurt my baby (Clout)
I got money stashed in my acres (Stash)
My left wrist sad 'cause my right

(Hey), in it (In it)
I was on the block because I was
Niggas, (Bitches)
I ain't takin' shots, I they don't get offended
G550, is not a rental
New AP, limited
Still be in the trenches, still be totin'
I done to jail, I still can go and get 'em