The Realest

Yeah, yeah

Big 8pe shit

Nobody safe ****

Seven to a Brick, yeah, yeah

You turned a seven to a Brick

Now you like God around this bitch

They tell me slow down with that trap

But if I stop then who gon feed me?

I'm on my high like Moses to these trenches

Know they need me

Young **** world like the fifty shit got easy

Touch a million under twenty one

Lil’ **** you a BG

I could get em gone in one swipe

That’s a squeegee

A hundred ball off this one pipe

This way too easy

Me and brodie smash ‘em back to back

He my Luigi

I done done it all

In these forces feel like Jeezy

A fifty on this fourty leave a pussy **** weasin’

He was talkin’ sporty but ain’t make it through the season

Full court pressin’ we don’t know nun bout no defense

In it for the profit

Fuck I look like breakin’ even?

Say whatchu in it for?

Money and the power, came from poverty

Was you starvin’ in that jungle?

Goin’ the distance, committin them robberies

We been raised by the realests ya

Savage what you gotta be

Take a risk or you stay broke where I’m from that's how them mobsters get

I’m just a product of that kick door

Roll round with that stick though

Ruthless about the opps

This 308 a shit show

Hot boy since Nintendo

Backyard felt like kimbo

Eight hang out the window

Then switch them shit like turnover

Yeah

Yeah

I heard he had the ball and then it turnt over

How you say you love your dog and then you turned on him?

Know this state aint have shit ‘til you went germ on em

You know you trade it like a bitch and you gon learn homie

Hollow tips and FMJs know they gon burn homie

Usher

Know how we get up out that cold and smoke you earn homie

Won’t be safe for you nowhere that’s on my word homie

Big ole’ desi hawk em down I put a bird on em

Yeah we cranked out like a vito fuck the detail

We gon purge on em

This lil paper make him richer he go cheap

Ain’t had to splurge on them

Mob talkin’ made the list insurance on em

Hot shot, all you know is murder and the buryin

Say whatchu in it for?

Money and the power, came from poverty

Was you starvin’ in that jungle?

Goin’ the distance, committin them robberies

We been raised by the realests ya

Savage what you gotta be

Take a risk or you stay broke where I’m from that's how them mobsters get

Yeah yeah

Buy some local huh

Popped up with some bread

Bitch I’m a toaster huh

I’m locked in with that mob

You know that Nordstrom

Nationwide they local huh

Can’t read my face like poker huh

Fuck with me like dope or some

Can’t take a joke like joker huh

Me fall off that hope and huh

Grocery bags bands like Kroger huh

White girl clean she soapin huh

Behind the tip they nosy huh

Turned up on my dooly huh

Big ol face tht Rollie huh

Real life rap my story huh

Eight big claps like Kobe huh

Then switch these lanes feel like Tory huh

Yeah yeah

Back up close they can’t risk courtin ‘em

Me on my way look back on crash no we don't talk to him

Real right they hold my jersey, say I'm more than him

Rich like a quarter him

Say whatchu in it for?

Money and the power, came from poverty

Was you starvin’ in that jungle?

Goin’ the distance, committin them robberies

We been raised by the realests ya

Savage what you gotta be

Take a risk or you stay broke where I’m from that's how them mobsters get

Say whatchu in it for?

Money and the power, came from poverty

Was you starvin’ in that jungle?

Goin’ the distance, committin them robberies

We been raised by the realests ya

Savage what you gotta be

Take a risk or you stay broke where I’m from that's how them mobsters get