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(Realest), 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, this is not a
New AP, edition
Still be in the trenches, still be totin'
I done went to jail, I can go and get 'em

Hold up, (Baby)
You been crazy, who said you wouldn't make it?
I somethin' to say to dopeboys 'round the nation
I stop for nothin', I'm chasin' after paper
Talkin' like I'm basic, that's some hate shit
See I'm out in public, why don't never say
They know I pay for them to get a facelift
Penthouse at the top, I from out the basement
Opps talkin' crazy, hope my don't jam
Gotta make it back home, care of my lil' one
When it's time to ride, I'm like makin' a diss song
and bought 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 dollar 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 takin' shots, I they don't get offended
G550, is not a rental
New AP, edition
be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols
I done went to jail, I can go and get 'em (Wop)

Gucci cuttin' up, for a button-up (Huh)
Haters face up like I cut an onion up (Damn)
rent pay for what I paid for the temp fade (Huh?)
Got the any day, yeah them Dikembes (Blockies)
Got the goin' up on a Wednesday (Up)
Samurai, choppin' up like a sensei (Wop)
Cops is so safe, I rock Coldplay
They don't really no nothin' 'bout the old Ray (No)
out my Box Chevy, me and OJ (Huh)
Michael Jackson with the glove, Annie, are you
(Wow)
Junkies in the hood singin' the old Jay
Dope so good, make your uncle sell the (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 whole team
He think he so I shot him in the doorway (Huh)
murder, boy, I'm known for duckin' murder

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

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

in the rear, put a million in the front (Rear)
What the is fear? Chopper eat you like it's lunch
(Fear)
and long, nigga, but we don't go for the punt
(Long)
Lookin' at the body, this ho is a runt (Thottie)
Wait, when we draw the chopper, niggas to run?
(Wait)
Wait, these bitches wanna come with a don? (Woo)
Wait, if a nigga talk about some funds, I (Relate)
You hate, I did the race, (Skrrt)
Thinkin' like I'm Meech, M's in the (Meech)
Practice what I preach, money on the daily (Practice
I)
She not but she leaks oh so crazy (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 somewhere in my (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 hope don't get offended
G550, is not a rental
New AP, limited
be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols
I done to jail, I still can go and get 'em