| Ugh, zee | |
| I got wakin haze, my customer's hoes sleep with me | |
| We have small beef, I still sell em o's for three fifty | |
| They known when big beef, I'll pop 100 times | |
| Be like road kill, I live niggas brains on 189 | |
| And my down bitches, they be ready to kill | |
| I be like chill, they be like "Thats my nigga fo' real." | |
| That's my nigga fo' real | |
| That's my nigga fo' real | |
| That's my nigga fo' real | |
| I don't give a fuck if we don't sell a record | |
| We still gunna get this money in the bricks | |
| Spill it, Zee | |
| I'm like santa clause, I deliver niggas grams raw | |
| Straight from Panama, they eat it up like Hannibal | |
| And my dons, they appear like magic wands | |
| I sell em to the crack of dawn, and destroy every track I'm on | |
| Plus i have a clan packed in the back of vans | |
| More raw than the taliban, murk you for a half a gram | |
| I get B-Boy a truck, yo truck in the river | |
| Fuck some doe, he be like "Thats my nigga fo real." | |
| That's my nigga fo' real | |
| That's my nigga fo' real | |
| That's my nigga fo' real | |
| Scarecrow what, im trying to walk before I crawl | |
| I want it all, ever since I came outta my mommas walls | |
| Im trying to make so much dough when I write a song | |
| I can vite em all, while ya'll click on the corner selling final calls | |
| Niggas mad at us, gladiators like maximus | |
| We fabolous, while you fall off like cannabis's managers | |
| My man D, you keep the Nina pillin | |
| Zee, point a mine and watch em soak em like Sarina Williams | |
| That's my nigga fo' real | |
| That's my nigga fo' real | |
| That's my nigga fo' real | |
| Zee need buddha, E user | |
| Be freelookers spittin from our PT Cruisers | |
| My tank dont drop, i still got dough to make | |
| Got little niggas on rollerskates, holdin my coke and weight | |
| Blow paper, hole chaser, doe raiser, joe frasier | |
| Sixteen cellys and 4 pagers | |
| Go hype up your squad that they might fuck with ours | |
| I just light up cigars, go buy bikes, trucks and cars | |
| Got axe n nitty in atlanta deep | |
| Ran the street, 10 grand a week | |
| I give 'em one word, dont put ya man to sleep | |
| And i love my jersey live bitches | |
| They leave a nigga, face with 35 stitches | |
| They'll help me, cinder blocks and pushin kids so deep in the ocean | |
| They see where octopusses live | |
| This label deal is for raws pacin chill | |
| I know mad heads, but still | |
| That's my nigga fo' real | |
| That's my nigga fo' real | |
| That's my nigga fo' real | |
| Yeah what | |
| Bricks |
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