[Intro]
Tsurreal

[Chorus]
I remember all your old calls
Now it feels just like I'm playing roll call
A real n***a, huh
Yeah, I stand tall
For everyone who don’t believe, hold my balls
I remember all your old calls
Now it feels just like I'm playing roll call
A real n***a, huh
Yeah, I stand tall
For everyone who don’t believe, hold my balls

[Verse 1]
Friends close, hold the money closer
They laughing at me
Think it’s funny? No Sir
For the big racks I'm runnin'
And my side bitch, she gunnin'
She had to get a shot in, so I had to get another one in
Yeah
Gun cocked, jack in the box (Yeah, yeah)
Imma pop out! (Gang)
On and off the court (Bitch yeah)
Imma ball out (Yes)
Now put that thing in sport
I’m living for the vibe now
Choppa on me, Imma spray them fuck n***as, man down (Bang bang bang bang)
[Bridge]
She thought I was a faker
She thought I was a clown
But on the real, I'm a soul taker
You're who I'm taking now
Please understand but don’t be a hater
I make the music but you’re the savior
My bitch she sweet, a now or later
And I make these racks an hour later

[Chorus]
I remember all your old calls
Now it feels just like I'm playing roll call
A real n***a, huh
Yeah, I stand tall
For everyone who don’t believe, hold my balls
I remember all your old calls
Now it feels just like I'm playing roll call
A real n***a, huh
Yeah, I stand tall
For everyone who don’t believe, hold my balls