Bitch I am up, bitch I am up Bitch I am huh, bitch I am up Thank you very much I'm way too good at this shit I don't even really gotta try no more Oh my God, Ronny Okay, Xans for her dinner, uhh Bag from Margiela, uhh

I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch Hey I'm so raw, and I'm so rich And you so flawed niggas ain't 'bout shit Know that I'm goin' ball every chance I get Every chance I get, real talk, no shit Every chance I get, big money on this Know that I'm

Goodbye letter, "dear life" shit What is my meaning? My reason? That's the question Sometimes I feel like I ain't shit Sometimes a nigga feel like shit Talkin’ 'bout some real life shit So if a nigga kill me, hope he mean it

I be so paranoid I hear these niggas tryin' to fuck with me Real shit, I know I got enemies I can't let them niggas enter me I ain't scared to die nigga I'll take your life nigga Fuck it shoot 'em down nigga A hundred rounds 'll put you down, nigga

I've been runnin' shit since I was the age of 12 Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so I've been gettin' money since I learned how to walk for real I see the haters throwin' shots, but they just

Or nah, or nah Can you really take dick or nah? Can I bring another bitch or nah? Is you with the shits or nah? Would you ride for a nigga or nah? Would you die for a nigga or nah? You gonna run it for these hunnids girl or nah? Show me is you really

Where the real nigga ride and the rest die Ay don't be out here talking bout shit that you don't know about You catch a lick and do your time, you don't testify Never trust the word of a dope fiend Keep a strap at all times run them numbers up If that

I ain't ever ran on my niggas, never took a stand on my niggas I will never jam up my niggas, real nigga shit, R.N.S R.N.S, R.N.S, R.N.S, R.N.S, R.N.S Once upon a time in the projects, yo I'm at a cee lo game and my dice hit 4 That nigga rolled a 3 but I

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,

Maybach shit I'm Barry Gordy to the streets With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast I wanna be there when each one of my kids born Raw blood, hundred acres each to live on Real nigga to the day that I'm deceased Even then I pray I'm living through