Real One (feat. Lil Durk)

DY Krazy, uh Uh (let's get it) I been gangbangin' since a kid, that's how we live So I seen bloodshed before Red Snow And that's just how that go Nobody out here wanna use they head So that's why I hit a fly out to go Said he ain't never ever gonna amount To shit, but look, nigga a rider, though Had a couple niggas on our hit list so we ride with four And I ain't give a fuck if it's Christmas, I was outside for sure We on one, pop out, roll up Movin' quick, gotta get a SIG, like, hol' up Gettin' a kit, used to pour a six or four up Niggas bitches, war time, we was watchin' 'em fold up And if the feds ever grabbed my fuckin' folder I'ma stay a soldier I ain't gon' snitch on no one So therefore, I ain't puttin' myself in this situation no more I waited long to get where I'm at, I ain't gotta be patient no more Oh, you gangster? Nigga, you think you gangster? Do some gangster shit On the strip, same niggas I hung with who claimin' it I was hoppin' out the backseat of that Chevy, aimin' it And now I'm worth some M's, I'm dangerous Your bitch love to fuck me, hit the liquor and start thankin' it It say they got my face on Belaire, so that's why she drinkin' it Landin', bought a pint of drink, it was fuckin' up my pancreas It's 6 a.m. in the stu' in the A, me and DY smokin' some stinky shit Shot at me last night, I'm angry So I woke up flamin' shit Nigga got caught on a date, now all his homies blame his bitch Everybody talkin' 'bout I changed and shit You the one that changed, bitch Matter of fact, nigga, I did change, shit I ain't have no chains then Crib like I was livin' in a den Came and count my dividends Now I'm legal, I can spend it then Now my closet, my kitchen big I ain't even tryna miss your call I just been on some busy shit On the phone with executives, I wanna hear it Ain't even thinkin' 'bout me gettin' rich, uh Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah (Just me hear out) and we runnin' all the checks up I'm tryna see where the 29 bag at How Durk gon' put on this bitch Go on Google to put on a switch Told bro I wanna be rich But I started takin' Percs, it's givin' me a itch They don't want me to be on that block no more Don't rap 'bout the opps no more You can't complain, that's how I am Just tell them don't get shot no more These niggas ain't beefin' Throw in the towel He told me he vegan I don't even try to stop the violence No more, 'cause Chino died at the meetin' Man, get the fuck out my face I was duckin' a federal case He went to Iowa and got him a dub, 'cause that was a federal state All that beef shit your big homie did in a year, we did in a month And I drop some tears for all them Years, for bro 'n' 'em, I can't stunt I was pissed off at my lawyer, me and Von ain't do shows in months I can't blame the judge and state's attorney 'Cause both of them voted for Trump And that shit you said about us We ain't hear that from no bitch mouth From the 'Raq, where the killers don't ask for a discount And all the killers get blicked down Two bedroom, no big house Warning shots get sent out Cocky lil' nigga with my dick out Bitch