Real shit, real shit Night time, locs on Real big, real big I knew one day I would do it real big I know all my real niggas feel this Can't even see the stars, but we still wish Who would've ever thought we'd build this Fuckin' young bitches while they

You don't want problems, I promise, man Set it off on my right I said liquor all in my breath Bitches all in my sight I said real niggas trying to fuck Fuck niggas wanna fight I said gun shots into the air But I ain't scared for my life

Ain't nothing more important than the mula (The mula) Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah Ain't nothing more important than the mula Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me I'm with my shooter

Niggas runnin' out they mouth but they never pop out I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out All my niggas on fifty, so you know we hopped out Mobbed out, opps out, we gon' show what we about All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang

Y'all niggas wanna feel us? (Get at me, dog) Y'all niggas want the real? (Get at me, dog) Y'all niggas wanna be killers? (Get at me, dog) (Yeah, I'm right here, dog) Where my dogs at? (We right here, dog) Where my dogs at? (I'm right here, dog) What must

All my niggas real Actin' brand new Why the fuck you here? Real deal, Holyfield Uh, real deal, Holyfield Uh, down to chill All my niggas in the field Money, pill, I'm a boss They hatin' still

All my niggas turn to Rambo or commando We the first ones that came up with the bando Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they goin’ for I’m bout to start extorting niggas for that Migo flow We the ones that really came in with the kicking doors Same

Straight outta Southside Crazy motherfucker named Bank-o Crack rap, million doller bankroll Black Lac, for my outta state ho These niggas talk gangster But really ain't tho I'ma stormy night, you a rainbow I'ma G, tight clothes ain't my thing bro

I been living fast, fast, fast, fast Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast But hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad My

Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye stepped up in this piece Bust my Glock to insure that all you niggas rest in peace Yo what's your name young blood What they call you? I got, I got James, Jimmy, alright, Dean Yo I've been feeling that real JD swag lately Uh,