[Hook: K Blacka]
I need money, I feed money, I see money, I take it
I don't f** with n***as who be out on they fake sh**
100 real n***as around me (x2)
A lesson to you n***as, don't you come out talking sideways
I'm the clique who with that sh**, we cut a f**ing n***as head
100 real n***as around (x2)
[Verse 1: Vldec]
My n***as. my n***as, yo n***as ain't sh**
Look right, BMG, cowboy, run sh**
Choppas on, choppas on, don't get your a** lit
Choppas outside your home, make a n***a call [?]
Beef you don't want that, I bring it where you lay at
When it come to war time, man I AK that
Take pictures with them choppas man, you ain't gonna spray that
You ain't never seen no flamer, even never felt to keep back
You see your shooters, ain't real shooters
Superstars, we not salute you
Over here we swap it out, I take em out, and he gon' shoot you
See clearly we are not the same
Over here the clips hang
Think that b**h empty, and the choppa go bang bang
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[Verse 2: K Blacka]
Loaded guns around me, while we n***as who ready for war
b**hes can't catch sh** when you know bustin' is more
I'm a boss who rap CMB
I'll shoot you up for BMG
100 real n***as around me
They fond about that streets sh**
n***as talking beef, grab the scraps, yea we're eating it
Don't know the n***as seal bottom, later on the TV b**h
All my n***as around me, you know they catching dirty snitch
I see money, my rehash then take it
Then you mind and wonder what a black can make
100% real n***a in me
What you thought about me
Got no k**ers with me
Bands with me, no stalkers with me
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[Verse 3: D]
BMG the cartel, with skeetes we go reeree
You don't cross the line n***a, so wish your face will be eaten
Shooters they gon' spray at me, you gon' make the TV
Must say heard about the rent, they feel sh** with Uzi
I got k**ers out in Khaki, like I told them I ain't bout that
My project n***a get ill, f** boi get in yo business
And If I'm in for murder, my lawyer get it or quit it
b**h I destruct, I don't give no f**
If you ain't ready to die, n***a then you don't wanna near with us
My shooter with that knowledge, with that 5, they leave you baken
On the pavement, shivering and shaking like caine
Cuz my n***a you ain't gon' make it
[Hook]