[Verse 1: Peso Peso]
Right now, I'm thinking 'bout my dawg behind the walls, shit fucked up
All that killing shit is all talk, you ain't done nothing
Thanking God that I ain't dead, when them n***as hit that truck up
[?] up in my [?] shit, I guess I lucked up
I keep questioning my n***a, I don't think he right
It cross my mind, everytime I go to sleep at night
I can't forget when I was broke, eating beans and rice
Them killers always call my phone, when they need advice
I know you hurt, because them n***as [?] people right
It got your stomach in a not, you can't eat at night
The one I love the most would kill me, I ain't thinking twice
[?] new whip looking like a brick, yeah, key of white
Yeah free my n***as out them cell walls, I'm still picking up jail calls
Yeah the money coming in, and I still ain't turn my scale off
I go to war with the whole city, and a lotta n***as bailed off
But when I had the rocks on me, [?] sell [?]
[?] no shirt, n***a serving on the block
Still can't believe when I found out that bro was working for the cops
I was trapping in my granny's, I was burning up her spot
He hanging with the other side, so that shit turned him to an opp
Still staying loyal to my brothers, 'cause it's only right
Shit, I remember, I was sleeping on the floor at night
Shit, I remember, I was really selling dope at night
I had to get my family straight and my homies right
I know some bitches fucking, just so they can pay they rent
He broke as hell, don't want no job, that shit make no sence
I tell my n***as how it is, I ain't faking shit
In juvenile, talking to my n***as through the vent
That n***a still ain't win [?] when his partner got [?]
You play with mine, I'm in that car, boy, I'm dropping a check
That shit get tricky, when I come and knock off half of your set
My partner switched, but I'm just happy for the reality check
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
I ain't never met a man I'ma run from
I'm just tryna get a bag, whenever one come
Real n***as do real things
I keep it on me in the field, man
I see you thinking 'bout it, but you better think twice
Pay me what you ohe me, that's your life
Pussy n***a
Real n***as do real things
I'm just tryna get a mill, man

[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
Since all these rappers get murdered, when they go back to the hood
I keep that FN in my lap, when I go back to the hood
I put Mo City on the map, bitch, I did that for the hood
But these youngsters don't know me, don't know how to act in the hood
I ain't looking for no trouble, I'm just looking for a quarter pound
I remember when I was broke, I couldn't put a quarter down
2500, I can bring you across the boarder now
My back and forth grind is one of a kind, 59 north or south
I got a family to feed
If a family disrespect me, I got a family to bleed
Killers and drug dealers and jackers, that's a family to me
So tell your family lay it down, and pass my family the key
I got a couple police officers with me, we got a handshake
Bringing me what they don't turn in, evidence is mandate
Counting so much money, my knuckles pop and my hands shake
Y'all n***as starving, it don't look like you or your mans ate
Road to really getting it, the type of money that man make
He ain't gotta rush to do nothing, all of y'all can wait
I ain't a killer, but don't push me
That bag is like the sweetest joy, fuck getting pussy
Pledge Allegiance to the real, n***a
The ones that won't and will deal with you
Prostitute theyself, and they might split a record deal with ya
You know them roaching ass n***as, yeah, they still with ya
Gotta watch your family too, 'cause them the ones that will get ya
It ain't no love in this motherfucker
Gotta watch Blood, gotta watch Cuz in this motherfucker
These n***as on too many drugs in this motherfucker
So I'm gone, like I never was in this motherfucker
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
I ain't never met a man I'ma run from
I'm just tryna get a bag, whenever one come
Real n***as do real things
I keep it on me in the field, man
I see you thinking 'bout it, but you better think twice
Pay me what you ohe me, that's your life
Pussy n***a
Real n***as do real things
I'm just tryna get a mill, man