歌词
[Verse 1]
RIP Dada
[Verse 2]
Takin' all these trips countin' dope money
Stacks lookin' real sloppy, that's that boat money
Hunnids sittin' real neat, that's that rogue money
I don't feel like hittin' the sale, send that ho for me
Traffic on the block, sheriff's at the corner
Still runnin' through that bag like they not important
**** actin' like they street, really be informants
I can show you how to make ten in some Jordans
[Verse 3]
Lesson to be learned, money to be made
Never disrespect the game, see you to the grave
Big money BANDGANGin', that'll never change
Shit was goin' all good until them people came
Tryna get the scoop, tryna build a case
But they don't know, we just only tryna build the way
So the whole hood can eat, family set straight
That's why I'm speedin' to that check like I don't got brakes
[Verse 4]
Street ****, we the realest it'll ever get
Can't sleep, that's why I'm sippin' all this medicine
Takin' risks, I need the Rollie with the bezel lit
This for all my real ****, don't ever slip
This the realest it'll ever get
This the realest it'll ever get
This the realest it'll ever get
Never lie, this the realest it'll ever get, ****
[Verse 5]
Fans takin' snaps, tryna get it snatched
Let me find out you a rat and you gettin' whacked
Ay, my soldiers don't shoot craps, they like shootin' caps
Ay, don't think 'cause I rap I won't shoot back
Still hop on that hound, I'll shoot it back
Outta town so much like I ain't movin' back
**** snitchin' so much, I'ma do this rap
I'll do anything to get that out back
Still hit the corner store and neighborhood hoes
Still on, strive more with them straps close
And them dirty ass chillin', tryna tap phones
Hey, send that shit out to make it back home
Fans out, **** tryna take some pics
Throw the finger up, they ain't got shit, ay
Free my dawg **** with a Glock keeper
Hey, price on your head, you can meet the Reaper
[Verse 6]
Street ****, we the realest it'll ever get
Can't sleep, that's why I'm sippin' all this medicine
Takin' risks, I need the Rollie with the bezel lit
This for all my real ****, don't ever slip
This the realest it'll ever get
This the realest it'll ever get (Come on, man)
This the realest it'll ever get
Never lie, this the realest it'll ever get, ****
[Verse 7]
Ay, it's family over e'rything, fuck what you sayin'
Shoes cost more than a wedding ring
Bitch, I'm the man, I can tell you ain't a honey, ****
Switched on your mans, you a scary **** by yourself
Go get some friends
I gotta get this money, that's by any means
I can't even sleep, I done missed the dream
200 dollar pop, bitch, I'm sippin' lean
180 on the dash, this a SRT
I'm tryna touch a billion, man, yes, irie
But it be feelin' like a million mans after me
If I catch 'em in the streets, I'ma shatter him
Make it rain on your head like a canopy
All these hoes in my face tryna flatter me
'Cause my pocket full of faces like a gallery
Man, these **** actin' slimier than sandwich meat
Catch a **** from the corner with his accuracy
[Verse 8]
Street ****, we the realest it'll ever get
Can't sleep, that's why I'm sippin' all this medicine
Takin' risks, I need the Rollie with the bezel lit
This for all my real ****, don't ever slip
This the realest it'll ever get
This the realest it'll ever get
This the realest it'll ever get
Never lie, this the realest it'll ever get, ****
