[Intro: Dumar 1k]
Yeah, n***a, uh
Grrah, baow
[?], okay
(Gentle Beatz)
Okay, uh, alright

[Chorus: Dumar 1k]
Uh, I'm a real-lifer, bitch I'm lit outside these instrumentals
Baby, come fuck with a boss, you so used to penny pinchers
If you spin with us, we ringing to your door like Rent-A-Center
Mickey D's, I got power plays for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Old n***a, you just talk about your past
Kenny Smith, coming off the vert, my trap jumpin', n***a
Dennis Smith, I was worried bout a bitch, that was bitch again (What the fuck?)
My [?] throw hands for free, but I still just want the tip

[Verse 1: Dumar 1k]
Straight blues, in my pocket, like a Crip
I need a wheelchair, I've been in the trap so damn much, they think I live there
If you fuckin' up, and you in that bitch house, pay the bills there
Even if she got a n***a, she got ass, I'ma still [?]
Street n***a, yeah, I got real figures, yeah
He moved out of town to dodge beef, we'll still get him
He was huggin' all on that bitch while they in the club, he real tender
Send [?] to do it, he get it done, he a real [?]
Sack chasin', sun up til' sun down, this shit in my genes
Hit her from the front, and turn around, made that lil' bitch scream
Can't believe the shit I'm doing now, this shit was in my dreams
You can't find a n***a that can show a dub, n***a, that's on my team
[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Air time, they think this shit a joke, we get the last laugh
Last [?], we heard smoke, and put that shit out that fast
Hundred [?] split it up to 20s, via trash bags
[?], penny-pinchin' ass, spent ya' last cash
Real hustler, when this shit get low, I don't panic
I just need another 24, I'm a rubber-bandit
Swervo, I walk in the door, bitches get frantic
I can change your life, let me lay pipe, I'm a mechanic
I'ma fuck twice, pull up late at night, and I vanish
Bitch freaky like Janet, might go live like I'm Shannon
Runnin' lights in McLarens, 2 seconds, I'm texting
Here, [?] in intersections, cause my left wrist is chande-lier, ayy

[Chorus: Dumar 1k]
Uh, I'm a real-lifer, bitch I'm lit outside these instrumentals
Baby, come fuck with a boss, you so used to penny pinchers
If you spin with us, we ringing to your door like Rent-A-Center
Mickey D's, I got power plays for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Old n***a, you just talk about your past
Kenny Smith, coming off the vert, my trap jumpin', n***a
Dennis Smith, I was worried bout a bitch, that was bitch again (What the fuck?)
My [?] throw hands for free, but I still just want the tip

[Verse 4: BLP KOSHER]
Two chopsticks, make the tables turn
That's a 'Saki bomb, poly pocket pistol in my pocket, thats a poly bomb
Ball bearings in your gun, spit fire, fuck a auto bomb
They let me hold the .9 as a jit, I was a cocky [?]
I done kicked the door, now I'm signing right before closure
It ain't out of luck, but now my pockets filled with four-leaf clovers
Fake Blood posing, need a donor
That boy an underground rat, and I don't fuck with gophers
I blew up my dog Triplin, he got PMS (PMS)
I got a twinkle in my eye, might be VVS
And I got people on my side, they might be ZMF
I might let this fuckin' K-pop, so please no BTS
Them boys [?], cracker shootin' in the grass
They threw a penny at me, threw a Hornady back at his ass
Brodie told me grab the gat, and hit the road, and head to Jackson
Now I'm in Dubai like I'm Dumar, and I came back with a stack
[Verse 5: Luh Tyler]
Yeah, my favorite thing than chasin' cheddar cheese (On God, yeah)
Be tired of fuckin' with them lames, go fuck with Mr. Skii (Skii, yeah)
Fifty blue Benjamin's, I keep them in my jeans (Cha-ching, yeah)
Bad bitch don't even go to church, she in here on her knees (Ugh)
Shit, I'm smoking on exotic, you ain't as high as me (On God, yeah)
I done turned into a star, wasn't even trying to be (What the fuck?)
Bring my n***as to the table, cause it's time to eat (We eatin' good, n***a)
Bust it open every time, that's my kind of freak (Ugh)
It ain't 'bout no fuckin' payment, still got shit to say (Shhh)
I feel like Dumar, cause I keep this shit 1K (No cap, yeah)
On the road to riches, all my n***as on that paper chase (On god, yeah)
I'm a real-lifer, baby, all them n***as fake (Facts, n***a)

[Chorus: Dumar 1k]
Uh, I'm a real-lifer, bitch I'm lit outside these instrumentals
Baby, come fuck with a boss, you so used to penny pinchers
If you spin with us, we ringing to your door like Rent-A-Center
Mickey D's, I got power plays for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Old n***a, you just talk about your past
Kenny Smith, coming off the vert my trap jumpin', n***a
Dennis Smith, I was worried bout a bitch, that was bitch again (What the fuck?)
My [?] throw hands for free, but I still just want the tip