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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Real Bad Man
Real Bad Man
Performer
James Clay Jones III
James Clay Jones III
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Weissman
Adam Weissman
Composer
James Clay Jones III
James Clay Jones III
Lyrics
Alvin Olavarria
Alvin Olavarria
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Real Bad Man
Real Bad Man
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
All I knew is hollows and grams, supplyin' coke
Talkin' jewels, I know the man, he dyin' broke
Talk the rules, they overstand what I invoke
Lost a few, shake no one's hand, live by the oath
Y'all confused, they told him, "Real, I tie the ropes"
Walked in shoes, they won't remand if I get smoked
Saw the news, they showed the fam, I lost 'em both
It cost the dues, halos, and yams, but I'm awoke
I'm sharpin' pool, yayo is tan, the China dope
My mama knew days in advance, I'm not a joke
Hawk or shoot, taped in saran, arrived in boats
Tonka coupe, space in the van, the driver choked
Mobster suits, prayed in the can, my rider spoke
I saw cahoots, trade on the brand, minor folks
Park and view, I let it blam behind the scope
Honor who? I reprimand your liner notes
[Verse 2]
Them bricks came in a clutch
Need a better ticket (A better note)
In the stizzy, weighin' up
You know this shit get wicked (In the trenches)
Keep them blickies on tuck for **** too suspicious (What else?)
I'm a big dangerous, you just a lil' vicious (Gang)
[Verse 3]
I duct-tape the kids and the Mrs. (Kids)
In the stizzy, weighin' up
You know this shit get wicked (You know it)
Kill the witness
Leave you sleepin' with the fishes (Where we at with it?)
I'm a big dangerous, you just a lil' vicious
[Verse 4]
Once the trust is broke and all the love is lost
That's when the gloves come off
I'm from Detroit where even plugs run off
Had to catch up with my crowd ****, forcin' my hand
Was happier when I was poor with my friends
Went to war for my fam, took a score for them bands
Man make the money, that shit don't make you more of a man
Was once a little giant
But now I got this shit down to a science
Was taught to add, multiply, divide the bag, and minus
Clashin' with the titans, hittin' the road, drivin' with no license
Boatload of oranges, traffickin' them slices
Plug got deported, my old man jackin' up the prices
But I'm just tryna rack me up a M. Bison
Cold as an ice grill, slicker than greased lightning
My only nightmare is a federal indictment
Can get a whole fifty guap for the right pill
Plugged on the trillion watts, check my light bill
[Verse 5]
Them bricks came in a clutch
Need a better ticket (A better note)
In the stizzy, weighin' up
You know this shit get wicked (In the trenches)
Keep them blickies on tuck for **** too suspicious (What else?)
I'm a big dangerous, you just a lil' vicious (Gang)
[Verse 6]
I duct-tape the kids and the Mrs. (Kids)
In the stizzy, weighin' up
You know this shit get wicked (You know it)
Kill the witness
Leave you sleepin' with the fishes (Where we at with it?)
I'm a big dangerous, you just a lil' vicious
[Verse 7]
Where we at with it?
Written by: Adam Weissman, Alvin Olavarria, James Clay Jones III
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