Real Shit (feat. Chris Webby)

Yeah This some mob shit Yeah, from the Bay Area, LA You already know what time it is That boy stingy! They want that old shit, I been the same this whole time (this whole time) I can't lie, I'm really missing '09 Playing with the coke price They ain't got no stripes My diamonds get to dancin' in the low light Yeah, you buy a bag still I grow mine My backyard is a goldmine That fuckshit irrelevant Crime is adrenaline I still get busy, handle mine like a gentleman Louis V Letterman Gone off the sticky bun You got cash, baby gimme some, I'm still hungry Yeah I want it more than anyone R-Mean, let me know when the Henny come I got a thick bitch, bust it open baby All the Covid shit been fucking with my mind lately I'm on the grind non-stop (non-stop) If they growing what I'm growing I'ma buy the whole lot This that real shit Big bag, crack a seal shit Independent, yeah, I got my own deal shit If I get a bag, I'ma move it real quick This that real shit, baby, this that real shit This that real shit Big bag, crack a seal shit Independent, yeah, I got my own deal shit If I get a bag, I'ma move it real quick This that real shit, baby, this that real shit This that real shit Movements we gon' build quick This that R Dash and Bern Iron sharpen iron Stainless steel shit I be up at Cookies Melrose in some teal drip (cookies) With these diamonds that be blindin', have you on some Braille shit Paid my dues and showed you real grit Shouts to B-Real for no fuckin' reason except for being real, shit It's hard to keep up, I be smokin on my own pace Bern, I got the Henny, Nas just send us a whole case (Henny) Salute the God Ya'll be throwin' 'em sevens I'm blessed to be in the presence of these legends soaking up lessons I'm respected by some GOATs (GOATs) Fuck whoever hates (real) Opinions of some strangers? Fuck outta my face (fuck outta here) I don't deal with losers Only build with bosses Got some steal grip shooters That don't feel shit, cautious (cautious) I salute my brothers real quick Bern, I appreciate this opportunity and that's some real shit This that real shit Big bag, crack a seal shit Independent, yeah, I got my own deal shit If I get a bag, I'ma move it real quick This that real shit, baby, this that real shit This that real shit Big bag, crack a seal shit Independent, yeah, I got my own deal shit If I get a bag, I'ma move it real quick This that real shit, baby, this that real shit (yeah) This sound like early 2000s, like I'm ridin' to Cam Purple Haze on replay, gettin' high in the van Back when me and the homies would throw down five on a gram Long before dispensaries controlled supply and demand Yeah, 'em simpler times, wish I could hit the rewind In that VHS machine that live in my mind Back when getting signed was the biggest dream that we had Now I'm signed to myself and I can see that they mad I get the bag yeah that Scrooge McDuck dough Excuse the gusto My dude I'm just so Happy that I made it, mama look at your son go Watch the fans singin' every word in the front row Just here with a blunt rolled and thinkin' 'bout life And that real shit, the only shit I ever write (real shit) So just hit me when you cookin' R Berner bring that cookie jar We gon' show 'em how we took it far Real shit (Webby)