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Yeah, I just shot a video in Yonkers nigga, shit crazy,
And I grew up bumping that motherfucking
Styles P, you I get high
motherfucking Jada, look

Damn, life the odds
Finally got a plug, lost the feds, he got
Damn, I been running with the mob
Ain't none but drive by's, and shooting up niggas cars
What's the point of a street nigga kicking with the stars
Though the niggas you really loved locked behind bars
I was hustling in the day, pulling moves in the
Nigga you ain't got a clue me, I swear to God
They say I'm real and they say I'm
Get money out the hood where I'm comfortable
Play with me and I'mma go
Shot a in the middle of Yonkers
Real niggas, up?

Know my from Memphis
I used to go out there summer as a kid, know what I mean?
Ride around to the O'Jays and shit

Only I Pools to do is loop the beat again
I came back strong Peterson
They wanted to smoke dust so I brought leaders in
See you at the crossroads that's if we meet again
School never out, a lot of shit you never know
Sitting on the mother-load these niggas though
back I can't be around y'all haters
Praying for my downfall', downfall
Then you why I be around ball players
Cause these niggas doing the Feds favors
Yeah, I in the trenches
I reside where the strength is, salute Memphis

They hollering D-Block on these
10 pounds of mid in my weed spot
I had a brick in a in the Fiat
Got on a belt watching for speed clocks
You see a block you know you gotta detour
35 in the for a kilo
I'm money on the east shout to B-more
Get these haters out my so I can see more
Clearly, it's clearly not the one they say they is
It's clearly that they not 'bout that life say they live
I a trap rapping nigga I speak real life
I just a case I was facing 10 to life
I'm a if I die tonight
Five off this rap one off the white
Me and Kiss did some shit
And to you fuck niggas some disrespectful shit

Wassup,
Wassup, wassup,

Yo, they hollering CMG, when see them G's
'Cause they see them pounds and they see keys
And see this ice and they see these V's
But the shooters squeeze on
I use to dream on one key of that white
Now I have a whole you can see them tonight
If he try some funny I got two for'em
My man's to come home I got a shoe box for him
Youngin' told me he I played some 2Pac for him
Then I gave him some work and got a new for him
Then they hate when you get it so say that you
Fuck niggas, die slow, i don't owe nothing
Few that I love that's my weapons and plug
On a graveyard shift sweating to blood, what?
Me and Gotti and some hood
Amigos hit me said he got some good shit
Ha ha

Wassup,
Too real