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Say Drama thats on my momma, I serve them benihana
Set the numbers down they ate em up they paranahs
Swear I had the hood biting like them iguanas
Had chicken tenders all lined up like the Mcdonald's
Up early cookin this breakfast in my pajamas
Dropped a but I lost 28 at least i'm honest
Man these niggas all on tracks all on wax
We don't wanna hear your imagination just state
Nigga you didn't or you did just don't lie
Nigga either you was or you wasn't don't lie
Use to cop them bitches 3 at a call that a trio
And if short then fuck you to just like i'm cee-lo
What you about so many bricks fill up a neo
Shit I meant neon run em back like i'm
Treat them just like they got a way in
even come outside they gotta stay in
Ken put me off in the game i gotta play
Tryna get that playdo but nah i play though
Gotta a case he calling your phone the connection
fuck figurin it out bad reception
And you ain't gotta be a just to detect it
Any nigga lie to your face how you him
In the cussin the pot like my baby momma
The four way lockin the right thats baby
Make me start deporting you niggas just like i'm
Any nigga play both he done it brasko
And I ain't seen when I was makin movies like Tarantino

Last telling you shit bigger than nino (bigger than nino)
Ask G-money spend it all night like the shit was free money
Like my My face on it the shit was me money
If the dogs hit the bag then you know its
You know I run this shit like Marlow these niggas
Had my auntie selling that shit it was avon
Yall know whats real or whats thats old shake
What you call it when you whipping that thang shake
What you call it when you whipping that thang smoothie
Call that shit with jump back vanilla
is you worried bout niggas i'm like fuck no
Straight up outta low cast these Gusto
And I don't give a fuck if its been bout 10 years I can come back 10 years and find
All I need trap cross my belly a Makaveli coupe got pasta seats look like spaghetti
Yall ain't ready clips long as machetes I said ain't ready clips long as machetes
Used to drive a 500 to school fuck the teacher
1st she said in the morning turn off your beeper
Excuse me miss i'm tryna P or Jay-Z if you think i'm missin out on money you crazy
And all these niggas talkin diamonds apraise me
See i'm the one that made it straight it out the streets praise me
All I know one way and thats hard and so I trap hard and that made me a trap god
Bow down and kiss the chucks of Leroy sell 10 mil tomorrow i'm still a D-boy
The Real Is