Ok, finna turning something out
Realest ^!$$% walking, man, many ^!$$%s sucking that
Soon as I touch a milly, than I'm buying out a couple lots

Take my ^!$$% to the dealer, tell him pick a couple drops
A couple cars, all I know I hustle up


Barely getting sleep and I am laughing all these $#&@ing frauds
I just caught a few good chains, a (*##$ is caught, a couple lost
Still inside, no deal yet, but I'm shining like a $#&@ing star

Real %#@!, they not gonna feel this, a ^!$$% dealt me, that's gonna only get him killed quick
They say they Bonnie, but %#@!, all I see is Will Smith
Bunch $#&@ing actors, boy, no maker can't get action

Win this shackle and turn to a stack, watch it burn, freeze up, they gonna need Jesus
They gonna sing Hail Marys, break a couple preachers
Put a .40 to your head and turn it to a pizza

Yeah, now we popping, we got these ^!$$%s watching
They fronting, they faking, I see a bunch of boxers
A bunch of crisp, I see a bunch of ice, a bunch of #~!!@ $$# ^!$$%s is like a bunch of !@()s

$#&@ them Giuseppe, give me a bunch of mics
No kicks, they rocking, then slip a cellphone or a bunch of Nikes
My ^!$$% Sheezy a shooter, he'll take your $#&@ing life

He walking up like the reaper, I tell him cut your life
Like pea@@#!, this %#@! will freak up, this %#@! too easy, ^!$$%, I say the streets know
They say they balling, we balling, they say fatigo

Type to take your (*##$ and ball, stack on them freak yo
The mother$#&@ers say they wish me well, but they just sick as hell
They the same $$# ^!$$%s, don't give a $#&@, I went to jail

Let's set the record straight, move around with .38
We the all in, we'll make you ^!$$% levitate
Don't play me sweet 'cause I don't play the streets

I play the tunnel in the booth then rip a ^!$$% beat
But $#&@ a ^!$$%, (*##$, I bring the pain like ', I'll knock your jaw off, don't play with me
Is a war going on, my ^!$$%s play for keep

They think I'm misunderstood, I say I'm really hood
Pull up a ', you wish you ^!$$%s could, I wish a ^!$$% would
Turn this (*##$ to Compton, Long Beach, '

Yeah, go ahead, turn me to the bad guy
Then I'll go and make your mother, sister go and do a death cry
I'm focused on the paper chasing, cash out

It's time the world know how this younglings mash out
Pull up on you ^!$$%s that's dishing, take your stash out
Crooky ^!$$%s lucky then, we don't hit the trap house

We're pistol drawing then shot it in the max out
Waiting for the drama but we well know to space out
So play your lane 'fore you see or we rap out

Next store on labels for the bank, haters pass out
Flying with a white (*##$, that's worth the blast out
I $#&@ these (*##$es like a roller storm, I'm Mick Jagger

' just spin backwards, I hear these ^!$$%s were really, they #~!!@ rappers
I be going ham in the #~!!@ I'm the #~!!@ master
The kush got me on another level, I'm the hottest artist out with the hardest vessel

Hit my number 6 jaw in the Olympics and wear these $#&@ing gold chains like I just won the $#&@ing medal
Ask your (*##$ 'bout me, watch gang crazy, ask my wrist 'bout me
Yeah, I'm the shooter, you can snatch a clip off me

Cocaine bars, you can snatch a brick
I watch the wheel turn the fate, fake turn to faker
Plying on that money %#@!, I'm feeling like a taker

One million, two million, three million, four
Give us a couple years, we be them 40 million balls
And while we speaking on the balls, it's feeling like '96, you know what time it is

Adjust my Rolly on it, I shoot your' or back smack a (*##$, ^!$$%, do my goldy on 'em
These ^!$$%s already know it but they don't mention us
My life is like a dream, them haters steady pinching us

Try and wake us up, well here's your wakeup call
My new .40, I caught cheaters and I break you up
Let's sing a lullaby to 'em, them bullets will fly through 'em, they view on they cry to 'em

Wishing they could have 'em back, how real is that
You looking at the realest in it, that's real as rap