Realist In It (feat. Gucci Mane & Offset)

Realest (realest), in it (in it) I was on the block because I was suspended Niggas, bitches (bitches) I ain't takin' shots, I hope no one get offended G550, this is not a rental New AP, limited edition Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em Hold up, Baby (Baby) You been goin' crazy, who said you wouldn't make it? I keep somethin' to say to dopeboys 'round the nation I won't stop for nothin', I'm chasin' after paper Talkin' like I'm basic, really that's some hate shit See I'm out in public, why don't never say shit? They know I would pay for them to get a facelift Penthouse at the top, I come from out the basement Opps talkin' crazy, hope my Glock don't jam Gotta make it back home, take care of my lil' one When it's time to ride, I'm like fuck makin' a diss song Went and bought a Wraith just for somethin' for us to sit on Every rapper on the come-up send a song for me to get on Ain't nothin' wrong, I used the plug for me to get on Ten thousand dollar outfit, I got this shit on DM-in' my hoe, another nigga I'ma shit on Realest (realest), in it (in it) I was on the block because I was suspended Niggas, bitches (bitches) I ain't takin' shots, I hope no one get offended G550, this is not a rental New AP, limited edition Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em (Wop) Gucci cuttin' up, time for a button-up (huh) Haters face crunched up like I cut an onion up (damn) Your rent pay for what I paid for the temp fade (huh?) Got the blocks any day, yeah, them Dikembes (blockies) Got the trap goin' up on a Wednesday (up) Samurai, choppin' up work like a sensei (Wop) Keyser Söze, vibe out like Coldplay They don't really know no nothin' 'bout the old Ray (no) Trappin' out my Box Chevy, me and OJ (huh) Michael Jackson with the glove, Annie, are you okay? (Wow) Junkies in the hood singin' like the old Jay Dope so good, make your uncle sell the Bluray (damn) Drop the top off the Rolls like a toupée Fiasco when I pull up like I'm Lupe (uh) Castro, but now in the new day Shoot him in the head, I ain't never like him, no way Billie Jean, bitch I'm tryna see your whole team He think he slick so I shot him in the doorway (huh) Another murder, boy, known for duckin' murder charge Double murder, tried to pin it on me like I'm OJ (wow) Quadruple cross him like a nigga owe me Cold-hearted like I never had a vertebrae (it's Gucci) Boss talk, make 'em bring it to your doorway 4 Pockets Full, whippin' up a four-way Realest (realest), in it (in it) I was on the block because I was suspended Niggas, bitches (bitches) I ain't takin' shots, I hope no one get offended G550, this is not a rental New AP, limited edition Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em Engine in the rear, put a million in the front (rear) What the fuck is fear? Chopper eat you like it's lunch (fear) Fourth and long, nigga, but we don't go for the punt (long) Lookin' at the thottie body, this hoe is a runt (thottie) Wait, when we draw the chopper, niggas start to run? (Wait) Wait, these bitches wanna come fuck with a don? (Woo) Wait, if a nigga talk about some funds, I relate (relate) You hate, I did the race, Tay-K (skrrt) Thinkin' like I'm Meech, M's in the vase (Meech) Practice what I preach, money on the daily (practice what I) She not NeNe but she leaks oh so crazy (she not NeNe) Niggas plottin' and I peep with a lazy (what I peep) Push the money out, I'm in labor (woo) She tryna fuck me for some clout, hurt my baby (clout) I got money stashed somewhere in my acres (stash) My left wrist sad 'cause my right glacier Realest (hey), in it (in it) I was on the block because I was suspended Niggas, bitches (bitches) I ain't takin' shots, I hope no one get offended G550, this is not a rental New AP, limited edition Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em Hold up, Baby (Baby) You been goin' crazy, who said you wouldn't make it? I keep somethin' to say to dopeboys 'round the nation I won't stop for nothin', I'm chasin' after paper Talkin' like I'm basic, really that's some hate shit See I'm out in public, why don't never say shit? They know I would pay for them to get a facelift Penthouse at the top, I come from out the basement