[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
This that shit that make a n***a get off his ass and go and get some money (Real Rx)
(Ay, put yo mothafuckin' mask on) Real Rx
(Yeah)

[Verse]
Sold dawg out my granny house (Dawg), that's why that bitch hate me (Fuck her)
You gon' make it to the finish line, n***a, be patient (This ain't yo time, n***a)
This ain't yo time, ain't gotta rush it
Dope good, gotta cut it
Cell phone keep smackin', all I know is keep trappin' (That's all I know)
My momma try to tell me I'm just like my fuckin' father (Wha?)
I hit that bitch with isopr'ol while it's still in the water (I really know how to work my wrist)
I'm in the trap fly as hell, I got that shit on
A whole brick, off white, looks like somebody pissed on it (Ay, lil buddy fresh as hеll)
N***a, yeah, you know we got it, go and get yo big homiе (Fuck that n***a)
'Cause he's a bitch and a rat, who the fuck gave him a pass? (Who allowed that?)
You can break the sleeves down and go and get your bundle on
Bag fifty grams, get done and make another song (Dawg)
They give me fifty for a tape, shit, we doin' good
I take twenty five of that, it's goin' through the hood
Hellcat sound like it got a midget in the hood
Ten thousand pocket change on me, chillin' in the hood (Bitch!)
You can't cook crack, you not drug rich, fuck what you talkin' 'bout (Yeah!)
I got [?] in my hand from bustin' bags down (Real Rx)
He can't cook, he fucked it up, shit, now he [?] out (Wha?)
On the east I got a smack house, on the west, got a glass house (Smack house, glass house)
Flip phone ringin', they callin' me for smack (Wha?)
Auntie owe me fifty dollars, she still ain't call me back (Auntie, where the fuck you at?)
[?] on the block, n***a, I'm the hood lord (Hood pope, n***a)
You can go from nothin' to somethin' when you got good raw (I got good dope, n***a)
They junkies love me like Drake, they know I'm the real Hov (Yeah)
They let him slide wit a warnin' and the n***a still told (Pussy!)
Son had hard dawg, had to hit it with the steel-toes (Bitch!)
Dumb bitch said it's silver, she don't know it's steel gold
I ain't shit like your favorite rapper (Bitch!)
I can't lie, I got more money than my favorite rapper (Bitch!!)
Just focus on making it lock, you can shave it after (Wha?)
I could turn one into two, I'm a [?] master (Dawg)
Ran out of glass so fuck it, I Saran wrapped it
If I put you in posit' you better not fuck up the damn package
They like "somebody get that man [?]" (Real Rx)
In the streets like fuck a deal, auntie called for a couple pills
Clutch the Glock 'cause I'm thuggin' still
These n***as rap just to rap, I really wrap up a sack (Bitch)
I pop a perc for my back, I pop a perc to relax (Bitch!)
They told me I would die in jail early
I make 2500 before it hit 12:30 (Dawg)
[?] of in the cat, did 12 dirty (Skrrt)
Your numbers going up, it's damn near two bands for a 31 (Dawg)
My young boys out chargin' 150 for honey buns (Dawg)
The coke I could hit it with one on one (Dawg!)
I'm [?] on these n***as, slam dunkin' in 1-on-1's (Yeahh)
You could move how you move, bitch, but don't scuff my fuckin' 1's
Anybody in the world gon' tell you, "Pap, he the fuckin' one" (I'm that n***a)
[Outro]
Everybody know I sell drugs, it ain't a secret (Hell naw)
I made a promise to big cuz and I'ma keep it ([?] cuz)
Now put ya mothafuckin' mask on (Yeahh)
Yeah, real Rx
Yeah (Really sold dawg out my granny house, n***a, yeah!)
Ay, put yo mothafuckin' mask on
Yeah, yeah
Put yo mothafuckin' mask on, n***a, yeah (Yeah)
(Real Rx)
(Yeah, I really sold dawg out my granny house)