[Chorus: Clyde Carson]
In the middle of the fake shit
Real n***as poke out
You can see me from a mile away [x2]

[Verse 1: Clyde Carson]
In the middle of the fake shit
Real n***as poke out
You can see me from a mile away
Yeah, we holler with that dope out
All my n***as got the same dreams
Get money, live big
And she trashy if she drop me off
Now it's foggie, cause I got a Benz
Racks by the park, bitch
All my n***as had to blow
No love for a park bitch
Hittin' donuts by the liquor store
Ain't no more goin' five on the weed
Just 'fo me, I need at least a o.z
Goin hard in the paint, O.G
I'mma get it how I live homie, n***a

[Chorus: Clyde Carson]
In the middle of the fake shit
Real n***as poke out
You can see me from a mile away [x2]
[Verse 2: Master P]
Cartoon n***as, yeah, we call em Bruce Wayne
Bust it up, bend the hood, got two dames
N***a run, who blame go bang bang
All gold everything, call it Trinidad
Two bad bitches wit me, yeah, I'm into that
Got a car chopped up, where the ceilin' at
Got the rap game doped up, feelin' that
Me and Clyde Carson on this bitch, killin' that
Hating n***as tell a motherfucka how I am
From the bay rap Golden State and the Raiders
N***a giant on these little n***as
RIP Mac Dre, cups from my real n***as
And my 2K shades, call 'em E-40
Bitches get up and the ghost gon get naughty
We don't play checkers n***a we play chess
When it comes to the street shit, I'm the best

[Chorus: Clyde Carson]
In the middle of the fake shit
Real n***as poke out
You can see me from a mile away [x2]

[Verse 3: Clyde Carson]
Outta town, got the price up
Now I got a fat house
Everyday I see a golf course
Neighbors waving when I'm in and out
Got a view from the third floor
Fireplace in the backyard
Hall of famers livin' next door
All my goons got a [?]
Cross country, puttin miles on the Benz
Atlantic City, New York by my ends
Set the bar , we don’t neva follow trends
Consider how she put the world in my hands
I just wanna smash when the stacks up
So I can feel good when the rent due
You can miss me wit the bullshit
Gettin money what I'm into
[Chorus: Clyde Carson]
In the middle of the fake shit
Real n***as poke out
You can see me from a mile away [x2]