[Verse 1]
You can tell the real by how the real interact
Be surprised who inspired how a real n***a act
Man these little n***as lack
But who am I to say, that these little n***as wack?
We all reaching for the same
Children of the game switching lanes on them thangs
Tint low as hell, gliding down the sale chart
Knocking because it's loud as hell
Bitches in the back like, "Who the hell in there?"
Cutting corners cause them boys in the rear
Gold grills give these bitches chills and I ain't got no fronts
Woodgrain on the steering wheel, static in the trunk
Little n***as with no fear, they only hate us cause we're young
Queen city 'til I die, that fo five make 'em run
N***as swearing they some G's 'til you flash it in the sun
Cock back and let it hum, he ain't even make it home
Goddamn, my n***a gone, baby mama on her own
She a baby raising babies on her own
Had plans to go to school, but shortie couldn't get the loans
Now she stripping down them poles, she ain't nothing like them hoes
Highly educated, all they want is n***as wrapped in gold
Mounted up on fours, watching screens fold in their lap
Selling CDs out his truck, cause you know every n***a rap
But ain't nobody fucking with me, represent the fucking north
Side, in my fucking state, reside in the fucking west
Side of my fucking city
Now throw your dubs if you feel me
Now throw your dubs if you feel me
[Chorus]
[?] cause they know me
Boys, boys better pay me anyways, don't owe me x4

[Verse 2]
Real n***a shit is so rare, n***as never go there
With the ice around his wrist, you would probably think it snow here
Polar bear cold, yeah they probably sell coke there
Trapped on the hot block, yell n***a be easy
Meth transform to living room speakeasys
Peep the slang, n***as 'round here don't speak easy
Short temper, lose a member if you bitch-made
Short temper, lose a member looking this way
So fix your eye on some ass
It's enough around, my n***as trying to get laid
Bro I'm trying to get paid, n***as trying to get played
Beats trying to get slayed
Like, peep the Audi A8 looks like it's gliding on blaze
Put some ice around my neck, looks like there's never no shade
But n***as hate, that's why there's never no way
But my n***as got fakes, so we'll be there some day
And while you worried about these hoes, the next n***a to spray
My n***a look around, they ain't worried, no way
They tearing down our hoods, where the fuck we gonna stay?
Make the block smaller, push us further away
[Chorus]
[?] cause they know me
Boys, boys better pay me anyways, don't owe me x4