Some of that real shit, n***a
Some of that trill shit, n***a
Young purple, Savemoney y'all

Chitown: where the conflict get crucial, that's where we are
Where the GDs and the BDs and the PRs and the DRs
Send yo ass to the DR
Need an MD, don't tempt me
I'mma capture y"all 'for y'all free ours
Play basketball with y'all peons
Why pass it off when I breathe on?
And my brothers died in the same land that I be on
It's only me that I lean on so

This some of that real shit, n***a

When blocka blocka's leave blocks vacant won't probably notice
For that proper profit your parish's pastor be probably bogus
You'll perish faster than parrots talking on top of shoulders
Cuz you're private property once that pirate ship hits the surface

And cannons loose around us
And lives lose around us
Mothers they never knew us
Gutters is where they found us
But hereby notice that sovereign soldiers may hit the streets patrolling
And they never pay us attention, no wonder why we're tolling
I'm Ayatollah, but rolling up a half a zip
Rolling off a half a flat, and Daniels Jackson, half a fifth
Eating at the devils diner
Have a sit
Or have a seat
Or have a set
I see the future; have a peek
Half a step will leave you weak when shoes are made from problems passed
Past problems rumble, what's the jungle but a lions grass?
Probably tryna holler at a dollar off that Sassafras
Turtle time, have a glass
All these n***as beefing sounding corny with they cabbage ass
Flying paragraphs, grasp for the stars, clouds where you'll land
Tell the tale of planets past
Dinosaurs to modern man
Shooters in a caravan
Cock it back and blocka blocka leave you lifeless where you stand
But that's the, start of all that real shit. n***a
Young Purple
Purp
Savemoney

I'm just a, new player in a new game
And despite the fact cats calling us all the New Tang
Shark n***as still eating all off of my crews name
I guess that's just what happens when you're on top of the food chain
Call me young Purple Pippen, I hit the kitchen with six bitches that do the dishes
My interventions are intermissions to intuition
This little mission gon' be complete in a little minute
Until then just listen
To some of that real shit

And me and Chance the hottest n***as out without a deal
N***as handing tapes out, swearing they shit be hot for real
Went from zero to sixty and I ain't even got the wheel
Feeling like an early drizzy n***a shouts to milly mill

So tell 'em we said hold up
This whole game concept ended soon as I showed up
But even if it is shots that you wanna throw up you better be sipping more than gatorade when you pour up

Sipping water, I'm off the cola
Sipping water, I'm off the cola
Youngest in the game, I must be sounding like Yoda
But these flights leave a Jedi red eyed, while you roll up
And It's been a while since I rolled up
So watch how you're twisting your fingers and what you throw up
Despite the fact your lady lover's slobbing on my totem
Everybody spit sick, your mouths smelling like throw up

No deal, n***as can't deal with me
No ice, n***as can't chill with me
And on the realest of reals it can get real iffy cuz the same wild n***as I grew up with are still with me

And that's just real shit, n***a
Trill shit, n***a
Fuck all that little shit. n***a
Savemoney y'all
Purp
Young Purple