[Verse 1]
These n***as kill me acting like they was
Really out here with us
Totin' thrillers, when you play with them chirps, not just on Twitter
Seen the stone in the pinky ring look like rhinestone glitter
My shine’s on shimmer, might just bounce out on nine fourwheelers
Think I'm a lick or somethin', nicknamed my .45 Glorilla
My chop gon’ send him up in flames if this Glock don't seal the deal
Can't rock with these n***as, if he nothin' I don't feel him
Got a pint of VS, so people this not no liquor
Was taught to first get the paper, rock on scissor [?] graves
Cradle to the grave, catchin' pops on Spencer
Say you diggin' graves, what grave you dug? You not no digger
You not no n***a if your neighborhood don't got no scrilla
Your pot don’t simmer, jumped in the deep but you’re not no swimmer
Who shot your n***a? You ain't cut like that, you not no Skilla
Ain’t got no feelings, my shooter, he just popped four jiggers
Can say a lot about my gang, can't say we not no killers

[Interlude 1]
Let's get it
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[Chorus]
Real street n***a shit
Never eat where you shit
Never sleep where you trap
Seventy for the grit
Real street n***a shit
23 for the split
Two-family flat
Selling keys of the fent
Real street n***a shit
Deal me for the hit
Get a n***a wacked
That's a cease and desist
Real street n***a shit, yeah
Real street n***a shit, let’s get it
[Verse 2]
Pick of the litter, I ain't got no album fillers
Black chinchilla, back of the back burnin' bags of apple fritter
Basking in the glamour
Boy, don't make me double tap the trigger
Smash 'em with the hammer
Show you why they call Bo Jack the Wizard
When it come to who stood on the biz, I was standing on the big stilts
In the city where the Frenchbuilt kids get killed over spilled milk
Wrap you up in your silk quilt, strig heavy as an anvil
Weighin' my handheld, in the hood like a [?]
Take a n***a face, my stepper got a foot rash
Was stepping on the flake like a foot pad, Drac' in a bookbag
Everything upscale
Granny like to smell that, I'm like "What smell?"
Pops been a cop my whole life, n***a, still it's fuck 12
How much you want for the cutie? We dumpin' dumbells
But first I make the work jump Judy and then I jump bail
Been sold so much blow think a n***a left a dust trail
My n***a Luck been locked up so long he damn near from jail

[Interlude 2]
Where we at?
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[Chorus]
Real street n***a shit
Never eat where you shit
Never sleep where you trap
Seventy for the grit
Real street n***a shit
23 for the split
Two-family flat
Selling keys of the fent
Real street n***a shit
Deal me for the hit
Get a n***a wacked
That's a cease and desist
Real street n***a shit, yeah
Real street n***a shit, let's get it