I said me, uh When the lawyer asked me what a fuckin' killer was When the bitch asked me what a real nigga was Overseas in a yacht, they askin' who it was Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens I said me, haha, yeah Bright copper kettles and warm

It's ten times harder for a real nigga It's ten times harder for a Put on a smile, girl, put on a smile Fuck the DA, fuck the P.O Fuck the president, fuck the Popo They follow me, wanna keep me close Try to hold me back, let me go I sip the drank, I sip

Uh oh, fresh out the bed Uh oh, count up the deads You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble Fresh out, outta the bed, count

Niggas know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to You can run your mouth, I don't care But if you get too close, I'm gonna clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to A man is

You can hate me now,(Q.B.) but I won't stop now (real niggas) Cause I can't stop now, (Bravehearts) you can hate me now (c'mon) But I won't stop now, cause I can't stop now You can hate me now, you can hate me now Escobar Season has returned It's been a

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 a nigga really need is a lil' bit Not a lot baby girl just a lil' bit We can head to the crib in a lil' bit I can show ya how I live in a lil' bit I want to unbutton your pants just a lil' bit Take 'em off and pull 'em down a lil' bit Get to kissin'

Space coupe look like a UFO (Whoa) Smokin' on dope (Damn) They call me Yao 'cause my eyes real low (Low) Pourin' up fours (Whoa) You the type of nigga go cry to a ho (Ho) Butterfly doors (Ooh) Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Whip it) Ain't no joke

All these haters See you later All that I could do But you don't even feel me though I know you know I know you got that power So CG but a nigga stay real Though I'm fly I'm ill I'm running shit

For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick Talking shit, he better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really ain't from my gang,