[Intro]
Real shit real
Richvale Summer all summer, I ain't gotta tell you twice
Look

[Hook]
I got big dreams, big plans coming
I got big intentions for them big face hundreds
I put it on everything that the Boy won't switch, cause mama ain't raise no bitch

[Verse 1]
Listen to me talk, I been on two since my mama passed baby
Trynna chase commas, puttin' drama last baby
Trynna show my mama that she not a bad lady, so I push it to the limit, I been 20 past 80
Drivin' down the freeway with a pocket full of cheddar
Stress up on my mind, I gotta keep it together
In the six so much they don't call me an out of towner
Putting bread up on the table, and your head up on the counter fuckboy!
They ain't got guns but they sendin' shots, so subliminal but we always connect the dots
One thing about me is I ain't new to that, so even when you stop shooting bitch I'm shooting back
Boy, I've been in it for a minute, ain't lookin' for beginners, I do more than fuck bitches homie
Everybody that was stuck doing the same, wanna tell me that I changed but I'm busy trynna get it

[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 2]
And ever since my mama took her last breath, I had told myself to push it to my last cheque
If you thought I fell right off, that was a bad guess
I had to take a break to cut like every last neck
Too much money on the line, you ain't too funny with the grind
Fuckin' all these bitches got me fuckin' up my time
I got dudes around the way that were fuckin' with some crimes
Had to clean their life up, police trynna get 'em fined
Young short ass boys do it all for the pape', you boys wanna come clean, you just a closet away
Trynna get my fans [?], and get a closet of bape
If real recognize real we do not know your name!
Still on the same shit for a while now, they sayin' they gon' jump me, fucker quiet down
Jump for a reason, if not, then on my mama
All you motherfuckers here can get the drama
Tell 'em I got

[Hook]