[Chorus: YungJosh93 & Don Toliver]
Speedin' through the city where my n***as made it
Killin' on these streets, that shit turned me to a killer
Shit done got realer, I said, shit done got realer
Started off doin' drugs, now she turn me to a dealer
I'm the dealer, come get it, yeah, the money on
Like this shit owe me
After cops pull me over, I'ma be in jail only, man
Shit done got real, I-I said, shit done got real (Ayy)
Made a killin' on these streets, that shit turn me to a killer (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: Don Toliver]
Get-get-get twelve .9's, steppin' out like a player (Player)
Swear to God the n***as fallin' from the Himalayas (Aya)
I ain't into drinkin', I was out to get my paper (Paper)
Ran off the money, fell in love with the flavor
Man, I feel a player steppin' out, they didn't gate us
Lookin' out my revs, time is money, fuck the haters
Vigilante ate the pistol up, don't seem to activate her
Weird phone, Darth Vader
Fuck with me and catch a fader
I mean, fuck her once, bust a nut, and then evade her
Drop top player, rollin' up a Vader
Motherfuck a player, I'm all about my paper
You, you, you can't play like you sayin'
Gettin' drunk on a bodega while I'm kickin' all the flavor (Flavor)
Ballin' like 11 (11)
Tossin' all these hoes, like I'm player [?] Taylor (Taylor)
I don't use no condom, I just cut her at the table
I cut up out of jail, said I'm comin' with the flavor, oh!
[Chorus: YungJosh93]
Speedin' through the city where my n***as made it
Killin' on these streets, that shit turned me to a killer
Shit done got realer, I said, shit done got realer
Started off doin' drugs, now she turn me to a dealer
I'm the dealer, come get it, yeah, the money on
Like this shit owe me
After cops pull me over, I'ma be in jail only, man
Shit done got real, I-I said, shit done got real
Made a killin' on these streets, that shit turn me to a killer

[Verse 2: YungJosh93]
Rea-Realest n***a doin' it
They like our old shit but don't got nothin' on out newer shit
Big dawg, bitches, and you n***as on that bullshit
Punch you lil' chickens, I should put you in some noodles, bitch
Uzi clap like booties, bitch, praise me like I'm Buddha, bitch
Money come fast, Paul Walker, [?], Ludacris
Be-Be-Be careful who you choosin', bitch
Watch who you foolin' with
Young hot n***a, but you know I just be coolin' it
They see YungJosh, they most likely hatin' out
Bust a n***a ass, like dinin' table
Weed so loud, it's disturbin' all the neighbors
It was all really bad, 'cause we used to steal they cable, man
It's crazy how this shit fall together
My clique, we all together, and we tryna ball forever
Since this the remix, I'ma come realer than the first one
Space Age Pimping, we got another one
[Outro: Don Toliver]
Speedin' through the city where my n***as made it
Killin' all this shit, that shit turned me to a killer
Shit done got realer, I said, shit done got realer
Shit done got realer, I said, shit done got realer, girl