[Skit: M.A.C. Blast]
Man, this fake love shit out here
(Fake love, man)
You fuck with a n***a, you fuck with a n***a
You love a n***a, you love a n***a
You rock with a n***a, you rock with a n***a
(Rock with a n***a, mayne, for real)
Shit gotta be real but at the same time
When I show you that I got love for you, n***a
(Yeah, love a n***a, man)
Then n***a, you gotta love a n***a back, n***a
Don't be formin' no ignorance, either, n***a
You gotta love the game, n***a, love it
Love these streets and gotta stick to the same business
(Love the culture)
Know what I'm sayin'?
(Funk Or Die, Funk Or Die)
I be talkin' to bruh, he like
"N***as and bitches always talkin' 'bout"
'I remember n***as ridin' the bus' or
(Talkin' too much)
'Man, he was just ridin' the baby 'stang'
(Bitch, you remember too much, bitch)
N***a, okay, bitch
When you seen him on the bus, you was on the bus too, n***a
Everybody done rode the bus before, n***a
God damn
Even Fee used to be on the back of the bus, bitch
You feel what I'm sayin'?
You actin' like a n***a was eighteen, nineteen on the back of the bus, mayne
You talkin' 'bout middle school, bitch
What the fuck is you bringin' that up for?
(Bitches be weird)
Know what I'm sayin'? God damn
Do that n***a say, know what I'm sayin'
"Oh, I remember you, when you was wearin' ripper slippers and you used to be scared of dick"?
(Ripper slippers)
Nah, n***a, n***a see you like
(Scared of dick, bitch)
"Okay, how you doin'?"
"You doin' what the fuck you gotta do", man
That's like
Say for instance
You got you a little house
You got a little Benz truck, you know what I'm sayin'?
(Yeah, yeah)
Every time you see your motherfuckin' big cousin
(Yeah)
He say some stupid-ass shit like
"Man, you got a Benz truck, now?"
"Man, I remember you used to piss in the bed"
(Duh)
God damn, everyone used to piss in the bed
(You used to piss in the bed, too, n***a)
God, shit
How many times you gon' bring that shit up?
(Weird-ass n***a)
These n***as crazy, man
Always talkin' some crazy shit about anyone they see successful
You got n***as always talkin' 'bout
"Oh, he ain't gettin' that off rap money"
"He gettin' that off pimpin'"
(Pimpin')
You know what I'm sayin'? You got n***as talkin' 'bout
"He ain't get that off pimpin', he gettin' that off rappin'"
(He gettin' it off rappin')
N***a, do it matter?
If it's rappin' or pimpin', n***a?
Salute the hustle, dog
A young black man turned a probation condition
A fuckin' stayaway
(You feel me?)
Into a success story
Period
(Man)
Man, I remember I used to go through that same, stupid-ass shit, n***a
(Man, I remember I used to go through some shit back in the day)
Know what I'm sayin'?
Back when I started bein' a big-head scientist, n***a, you feel what I'm sayin'?
When you saucy everyday, everyday, man
It's nothin'
Don't nobody say you saucy 'cause that's normal, know what I'm sayin'?
(Right, right)
You a dirty little n***a
N***a do halfway-fit, motherfuckers say you saucy
(When you wearin' white tee shirts, 'Oh you saucy')
So I got my third child on the way, n***a
I wore a snow suit for eight months, I'm just stackin'
Know what I'm sayin'?
On my birthday, n***a, you feel what I'm sayin'
I cut my hair, cut my face, you know what I'm sayin'?
(That's saucy?)
Put the Acorn chain, get the Rolly, feel what I'm sayin'?
(Know what I'm sayin'? It's my b-day, n***a, I'm supposed to)
Do the birthday shit, right?
Some zips goin' for like five-fifty
(Five-fifty)
My n***a Bam ain't got none his turn n***a, but mayne down four seventy-five
(Four seventy-five all day)
"Oh, man, I ain't buyin' no zips from them, n***a"
(Why, n***a?)
"You know what I'm sayin'? That n***a ain't no real n***a"
(I ain't a real n***a?)
"He got a settlement 'cause his mama died"
(I ain't a real n***a 'cause my mama gave me some money?)
"You know what I'm sayin'? I don't buy weed from n***as like that"
Bruh, say what?
N***a, I know the n***a mama, n***a, n***a mama ain't dead
(My mama wasn't even dead)
"Oh n***a, that n***a just turned twenty-one, you feel what I'm sayin'?"
"He got whipped by a security guard when he was little"
(Never got whooped by security, no time)
No time
N***a, know what I'm sayin'?
N***a just kept hatin' on a n***a
'Cause, n***a, I'm a settlement baller, n***a?
Or I'ma overnight success?
No time, n***a
Already had the seven-deuce Mally
And the candy-orange six-eight 'Stang, n***a
Hood old school Nova, n***a
The candy 5.0
And got a seven-one Caddy, n***a
Two RX-7s, n***a, and a Honda, n***a
You know what I'm sayin'?
I was just puttin' that shit up, bein' a big-head scientist, n***a
Just on some stackin' shit, n***a
(But)
But it don't even matter, n***a, if I was a settlement baller, n***a
(It don't matter)
You'd rather pay five fifty then four seventy-five
Just because the way I got my money?
(Haa)
Stupid
N***as be on some weird ass shit
Now I ain't knockin' n***as, right?
(Yeah)
When n***a be like
"Bruh, I just seen Philthy in 2010"
(Exactly)
"Bruh was in Sac, n***a, sellin' hella weed"
"I ain't seen a n***a bubble so fast, n***a"
"That n***a, man, that n***a went on one"
(I ain't never seen a n***a bubble so fast)
"For real, like the last four years, n***a, it's money out there to get and I salute the n***a"
(Yeah)
N***a I know that, that ain't really hatin'
(That ain't really nothin')
But all them n***as that wanna keep talkin' bout tall tee bullshit
Man, knock it off
(Knock it off, bruh)
It ain't no red bottom store in Oakland, folks
(No where)
N***as be travelin', seein' shit, fuckin' with different n***as
(Exactly, mind be openin')
N***as mind be openin' to new lives, expandin', you know what I'm sayin'?
So it's gon' come out in his raps, man
(Fa sho, it's supposed to)
N***a s'posed to be talkin' 'bout
(He be gettin' money)
Doin' licks and slidin' on n***as, that ain't how a n***a livin', bro
You feel I'm sayin'?
(Backin' up quarter ounces all day)
Know what I'm sayin', n***a?
You want a n***a standin' on Seminary and Fortune
In a motherfuckin' Wraith sellin' weight like it's '83
(No time)
Man, come on, bruh
They got Snapchat live
IG live and all hella shit, n***a, know what I'm sayin'?
You gotta have love for the motherfuckin' game before the shoulders that we stand on, n***a
(Fa sho, n***a)
Some fool n***a paid the price way back in the day, n***a
(Yeah, that's right)
When that n***a load his firearm, n***a, with no gloves on
(Exactly)
Now everybody and they mama know, n***a, not to do that, n***a
Real n***as make sacrifices so real n***as can learn from 'em, n***a
(Fa sho)
You weird-ass n***as gotta get with the program, n***a
(Man)
Love the culture, n***a
(Exactly)
Love the moves that n***as make from your city, n***a
(Man, I love the town, n***a)
Feel what I'm sayin'?
And always, instead of knockin' a n***a all the time, n***a
Stop with the fake love, n***a
(Fa sho)
The Bay could be like the new Atlanta, n***a
(On everythang, mayne)
Without peach tree, n***a
(Fuck peach tree)
N***as know what I mean without peach tree, haha
(Peach tree, north peach tree, city of peach tree)
And that's from the n***a that look like me
Get on his knees and wanna marry a n***a that look like 'em
(Fa sho, mayne)
I'm like, "Lord, have mercy"
I don't know what's wrong with me
I don't know why I feel like I wanna beat both them n***as ass
N***a I don't give a fuck
I'm just fuckin' off this shit, man
I don't give a fuck how much love you got for a n***a
N***a, you ain't gotta marry that n***a
Man, you just love a n***a
See, I love a lot of black men
I love the way black men look, n***a
Six-packs in they own zone
N***a I don't get the feelings of sexual feelings
I don't wanna do nothin' with 'em, n***a
Weird-ass n***a
Yeah, that's real love for myself, n***a, real love for the game
And I know n***a
And my dick don't- I ain't even fucked a bitch in the ass, n***a
(Yeah)
I know where my dick go, n***a
I ain't gon' fuck with no n***a
Weird-ass n***a
But, nah, man, y'all n***as gotta salute real love, bruh
(Funk Or Die, n***a, gay-ass n***as)
Man, my bruh be doin' his thang, man
N***as gettin' they chain, gettin' they watches, n***a, it's good, man
(Salute my n***a Philthy, man)
Stop talkin' 'bout all that other bullshit, n***a
We all been broke before, n***a
(Come on, man)
We all come from the gutter, mayne
(Get behind a n***a)
We all doin' what we do
(I wanna see the n***a be Jay-Z, n***a)
Y'all know what it is, man
(Let's get it, n***a)
You know what I'm sayin'
You n***as gotta Funk Or Die, mayne
(Make way for real n***as)
That's the language, gas all day
(All motherfuckin' day, n***a)
(I want the n***a to pave the way for real n***as, mayne)
(You know, Oakland n***as get blackballed, n***a)
(We get up in that motherfucker, n***as know what it is, mayne)
('Cause, y'am sayin', 'cause n***as gon' do what the fuck they gon' do, man)
(Like I said though, man)
(It's Funk Or Die, man)
(I fuck with my Sem-City n***as, man)
(Free my little brother, n***a, B-O-T, n***a)
(Know what I'm sayin', little Mall, n***a, Hyph, n***a)
(Love you n***as, n***a)
Gas