[Verse 1]
Look, got some real bitches in my gang
Look me in my eyes when I speak to them (I'm speakin')
Haters talkin' shit behind curtains, I can't speak for them (I can't)
He loyal and he back up what he say, then I'm keepin' him (OTF)
My n***a, if you starvin' and I'm eatin', then I'm feedin' him (The gang)
Rollie gettin' better, know these bitches hate to see it, but they still watch
Same bitches aimin' for my spot, but still ain't take no shots (Damn)
Same ones sell they soul to make it in and don't even make it out (Uh)
Asked the Lord for guidance, ever since, been on that paper route

[Chorus]
Yeah, and that's real, n***a (Real)
The label brought me in to split some real figures (Make some money)
But I was makin' deals before the deal, n***a (Before the deal, n***a)
I been poppin' shit, ain't had to pop no pill, n***a (Ayy)

[Verse 2]
That there on my mama 'dem, a hundreds for my partner 'dem (Facts)
You n***as act like bitches, swear they softer than my pussy lips (Nah)
LLCs for all my haters, please go mind your business, bitch (Please)
Lakeyah CEO gon' be the name when it's finished with (On top)
Subtractin' all these fuck n***as, tryna add up my dividends (Add, add)
Milwaukee to Atlanta, but my ice feelin' like Michigan (Ice)
Grew up in the trenches, we can't kick it if you sensitive (Uh-huh)
The game came faster, I stopped talkin' and started listenin' (I stopped talkin' and started listenin')
[Chorus]
Yeah, and that's real, n***a (Real)
The label brought me in to split some real figures (Make that bag)
But I was makin' deals before the deal, n***a (Yeah, I was)
I been poppin' shit, ain't had to pop no pill, n***a (Poppin')
Yeah, and that's real, n***a (Yeah, that's real)
The label brought me in to split some real figures (Run me up a bag)
But I was makin' deals before the deal, n***a (Yeah, I can)
I been poppin' shit, ain't had to pop no pill, n***a (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 3]
Plus I heard these bitches mad 'cause I'm up now (Up)
Cartier frames off the Cartier bustdown (Yeah, yeah)
My ring seven pointers, where I'm from, bitch, that's a touchdown (Milwaukee)
Mil' made baby, I'll forever rep the Uptown (414)
N***a, I'm a flexin' motherfucker, uh (Yeah)
Pushin' more foreigns through rush hour than that n***a Chris Tucker, uh (Let's get it)
Bitch said she ain't with it, then it's fuck her, uh
Keep the Prada bags, tell that n***a bust a Patek if he love her, uh (Bust it down then)
Bitch, I be in big white furs, Givenchy steppin' in the A (Ayy, ayy)
But when I touch down in my city, bitch, that's still my turf (That's me)
Twenty bands in the twenty-band purse (Bitch)
Two tones on the frames
If I'm goated, I'm gon' get that shit engraved on these white buffs

[Chorus]
Yeah, and that's real, n***a (Real)
The label brought me in to split some real figures (Make that bag)
But I was makin' deals before the deal, n***a (Yeah, I was)
I been poppin' shit, ain't had to pop no pill, n***a (Poppin')
Yeah, and that's real, n***a (Yeah, that's real)
The label brought me in to split some real figures (Run me up a bag)
But I was makin' deals before the deal, n***a (Yeah, I can)
I been poppin' shit, ain't had to pop no pill, n***a (Ayy, ayy)