[Produced by Fame School Slim]
[Intro]
Real n*ggas never fold, realest sh*t I ever wrote
Realest story ever told, the life of a [?]
sh*t, damn, my n*gga
Realest sh*t I ever wrote, realest story ever told
The life of a [?]
[Hook]
sh*t, damn, my n*gga
Tell me something that I don’t know
Tell me something that I don’t know
Realest sh*t I ever wrote
Realest story ever told
The life of a [?]
sh*t, damn, my n*gga
Tell me something that I don’t know
Tell me something that I don’t know
[Verse 1]
Real n*ggas never fold
Real n*gga never told
[?] looking motherf*cker, type of rat that I don’t like
See the pus*y, bet it’s on sight
AK, ARs, yeah boy I’m talking big sh*t
Seen more bodies drop than Lil Chris
Making money off the [?] b*tch
Coke, baking soda
Met the game and then I fell in love
Met the game and then I fell in love
Passion, pain, kept me strong when the storm came
Talk money, n*gga f*ck fame
Mike died, it made my soul cry
sh*t get real in the field n*gga
sh*t get real in the field n*gga
Lord, father, I just want meet to old killer
I just want to meet old killer
You will never hear nothing realer
Phonies, liars, must’ve [?] f*cking bunch of head
Hoping thirsty b*tches understand
Suck this di*k, they need 100 grand
Greed, envy, type of sh*t that f*ck the game up
Cross me once will get you lined up
It look like the last board on Contra
[Hook]