Real Rap (feat. Benny the Butcher)

Uh Uh G Herbo Way back in grade school, I was a baby bully Before I ever bought Amiri's, it was grey hoodies For every nigga, every bitch that I can't have cut it Pussy, listen, better think 'bout what you sayin' to me My lil' cousin and 'em in traffic, with like 80 fullies For real, they gon' kill, blood spill and take a pill I knew I'd make a mil' ever since I was little I'm on defense with my steel, but I like to drill Wake up, work, and pay my bills, but I like to chill I just bought another GT coupe, that's the lil' one I watched Disney on the TV too, with my lil' ones When you call me, I might fall through, 'cause I'm a real one Fuck these rappers, 'cause they all food, I don't feel them My lil' hoe, she know a hundred tricks, like Matilda And on my strip, we took over shit, like the pilgrims (woo) Butcher comin', nigga, yeah I jumped in this shit, just to cause some terror, I'm not from the blogger era Park my coupe by the truck that start up when I'm walkin' near it The FBI try to make me a target just off of lyrics I look and see a bunch of me's, this shit must be a wall of mirrors I'm talkin' serious, Mr. Pyrex man, I'm an author, period Facts, as far as stats go, I should be all American But I thought the streets was cool, I was fallin' asleep in school I made white float on water, just like a Norwegian cruise I ain't that patient with these hoes, shit like this be new to Earth She only see niggas like me on TV or Google Search Fuck a broke bitch, if she gon' front like you using her I fuck one more time, then cut her off, 'fore she do it first This spot, I had to take it, rappers in they imaginations I really got plugs, drugs, and travel agents Since way back, them felony charges been aggravated Anybody who cross gang got a suit and a casket waitin', ah Yeah, it's The Butcher Swerve, we really like that Really like that A vampire, but I'm Blade, I got a different thirst Couple million niggas made, bitch, I did it first Couple opps came trim, then we did 'em worse This my block, you get some clout, then you get a shirt I'm really him, I did the Lamb', I done did the 'vert My bitch in every different whip, every different purse My clique in every different Rollie, AP is crazy I played the streets, I'm like Meech and Jay-Z I played the game waist-deep, you know this gangster shit ain't cheap I had a shootout, then I made a quarter million in the same week I'm at odds with a nigga I love, so we can't speak That's my nigga, but I'm on what he on 'cause I ain't sweet Just take me for example, look what this shit made me Be careful what you wish for 'cause the paper don't change grief Yeah, somewhere in Cali' with Swervo, Lamb' behind the turbo They think I went commercial, there's killers in my circle (there's killers in my circle)