| Real street nigga, ain’t no flaws in me | 
| Half a ticket on me and I ain’t brought it all with me | 
| If you my nigga, I keep it real, I let you ball with me | 
| They caught us with it, I took the charge, ain’t let you fall with me | 
| And I ain’t gon let you walk with me if you ain’t crawl with me | 
| Ten chains on but I ain’t brought it all with me | 
| Bail thunderstorm, pounds dropping by the 50s | 
| First foreign I ever had was a 650 | 
| Me and 550 had pounds for 450 | 
| My partner Ty gave me half on 650 | 
| Fuck the feds, free Trotter and OG Ricky | 
| I’m part of the Mob just like Gotti, get the scrap 50 | 
| And I ain’t leaving out the house without the sack with me | 
| At sixteen I was in school and I had crack with me | 
| Everyday breaking in houses, me and | 
| Stayed down, got us 36, call it Jerome Bettis | 
| Fuck the money up and told Side bring a 50 | 
| 100 a piece from Slime and Future, that’s a quarter milli | 
| In 6 months I made 2 M’s stretching work like a gym | 
| I love my niggas just like brothers so thank God for them | 
| Real street nigga, ain’t no flaws in me | 
| Half a ticket on me and I ain’t brought it all with me | 
| If you my nigga, I keep it real, I let you ball with me | 
| They caught us with it, I took the charge, ain’t let you fall with me | 
| And I ain’t gon let you walk with me if you ain’t crawl with me | 
| Ten chains on but I ain’t brought it all with me | 
| Bail thunderstorm, pounds dropping by the 50s | 
| First foreign I ever had was a 650 | 
| Bought that 9 milli' from Q BayBay, cost me 650 | 
| Used to punch on niggas with Scooby and JJ | 
| Foe caught a body, I was sendin' him JPay | 
| I ain’t wanna die, was only in 6th grade | 
| We was getting shot at, I’m calling ShayShay | 
| I know last week sent my momma a dub | 
| Then walked in Barney’s and spent like 8K | 
| I was like fifteen up in the club | 
| Glock under my belt, had that bitch on hug | 
| When I got shot, tell the Police none | 
| My momma knew she raising a thug | 
| Walk in that bitch, three empty guns | 
| She just gon sweep that under the rug | 
| 'Member I ran through that sixty and ain’t had none | 
| Took some lil pints, told him get it in blood | 
| Now I’m spending a whole bunch of hundreds | 
| A Lil Pint, what you sippin' the blood | 
| What I’m is, we’re Bloods | 
| What I’m is, a 150 dubs | 
| That’s how we went on the run | 
| We’d get bored, shoot niggas for fun | 
| We try and practice some | 
| Oh, he thought he wasn’t no factor huh? | 
| Real street nigga, ain’t no flaws in me | 
| Half a ticket on me and I ain’t brought it all with me | 
| If you my nigga, I keep it real, I let you ball with me | 
| They caught us with it, I took the charge, ain’t let you fall with me | 
| And I ain’t gon let you walk with me if you ain’t crawl with me | 
| Ten chains on but I ain’t brought it all with me | 
| Bail thunderstorm, pounds dropping by the 50s | 
| First foreign I ever had was a 650 |