| Draped up, dripped out in that Chrome |
| For real, I'm the one who come through, set the tone |
| For real, I'll really call shots like Al Capone |
| For real, call a hit and send a blitz, get 'em gone, for real |
| Draped up, dripped out in that Chrome |
| For real, I'm the one who come through, set the tone |
| For real, I'll really call shots like Al Capone |
| For real, call a hit and send a blitz, get 'em gone, for real |
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| Money, cars, clothes and the hoes |
| That's all a nigga see, what the fuck am I supposed |
| To rap about? Same shit we doin', what you cap about |
| Get a brick, bust it down, weigh it up and trap it out |
| The shit we keepin' secret, that's the same shit they be braggin' 'bout |
| We're fuckin' 'em and leavin' 'em, that's the hoes they mad about |
| But he mad at me and not his bitch, what the fuck is that about? |
| Baby, I'm a cold-ass nigga, bring your jacket out |
| Nah, for real, lace my cleats up, hit the field |
| Had two hundred bands 'fore I signed a major deal |
| Had two hundred shots and a boat like a Navy Seal |
| I was wavy way back then and nigga, I'm wavy still |
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| Draped up, dripped out in that Chrome |
| For real, I'm the one who come through, set the tone |
| For real, I'll really call shots like Al Capone |
| For real, call a hit and send a blitz, get 'em gone, for real |
| Draped up, dripped out in that Chrome |
| For real, I'm the one who come through, set the tone |
| For real, I'll really call shots like Al Capone |
| For real, call a hit and send a blitz, get 'em gone, for real |
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| Touch down in the city, shut it down, for real |
| Where the bitches that look pretty? Where the pills? |
| The pills, where the blickies? Where the switches? Where my niggas down to kill? |
| Pick me up, LAX, hit the hood, then hit the hills |
| Say I gained a lot of weight 'cause I never miss a meal |
| Rory call me with the deals, know I need at least a mill' |
| Pourin' fours, loadin' choppas, give a fuck 'bout how you feel |
| Eatin' pasta, I remember puttin' water in my cereal, nah, for real |
| Mari went to work, paid the bills |
| And I grew up, got some work, and I sold every type of pill |
| I do it for my son, I do it for the mills |
| I do it so damn good, when I speak, you get the chills |
| 'Cause I'm serious, I'm legitimate, I'm for real |
| I'm all of the above and they can't even keep it real |
| I'm the chosen one, for real |
| I'm blessed, I know for real |
| Rest in peace to all my niggas, know I miss y'all lot, for real |
| For real |
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