(feat. Rick Ross) [Refrain (x2):] Real n***a sh**, real n***a sh** Pill popping, peel a n***a sh** (They all know, know-know and we load the clip!) Tell me something I don't know Real n***a sh** [Verse 1 - Ab-Soul:] You know the name, Top Dawg, b**h! No cat in this, I volunteered for these Hunger Games I'm the one to blame for f**ing up the frame Of mind of many mimes but might I mind you these are minor things My aim is to ill instill in the powers that be The power in me, to move matter with my brain Powder ain't my name Money, power, and respect, powder in my [Hook - Ab-Soul & BJ The Chicago Kid (x3):] Nevermind that baby just move your body Nevermind that baby just move your body [Verse 2 - Ab-Soul:] Real n***a sh**, she wanna be righteous young rich n***a b**h Are you a lesbian or a librarian? I know you got room for my dick Shhh, Tionary in your library then This ain’t a fairy tale, you are not dreaming, that Vitamin C, it is not semen I'm prestigious, might press up on you- I'm a f**ing scripture n***a we bussin' scripts If he don't leave you no option If your nose starts bleeding hold your balance (What?) Balmain bikers, never rode a motorcycle, no denial I just got em cause you got it, when you got em (HAH) (They all know-know!) Play this Soul sh** (And we load the clip!) What you call that? Real n***a shi... (Real n***a sh**!) (Real n***a sh**!) (Real n***a sh**!) (Pill popping, peel a n***a sh**!) (They all know, know-know and we load the clip!) Tell me something I don't know (Peel a n***a sh**!) (Real n***a sh**!) (Real n***a sh**!) (Pill popping, peel a n***a sh**!) (They all know, know-know and we load the clip!) n***a tell me something I don't know (Real n***a sh**!) [Verse 3 - Rick Ross:] (M-M-Maybach Music) Three bands on my shades I'm riding round in that nine My car wash at four My top down at five These ho n***as don't count Them all golds gon' mount Fake n***as gon' fade We don't know what that bout That white girl in that pot, f** n***as I'm high (But Nevermind That baby just move your body) That 45 on my person, quarter keys in my verse All my sh** be rock hard, yo sh** so commercial Master key to these riches f** most of these b**hes Checked half of these n***as Checking athlete figures Rest In Peace, Yall n***as done forgot Now your necks in the noose, see you at the top (Real n***a sh**!) (Real n***a sh**!) (Pill popping, peel a n***a sh**!) (They all know, know-know and we load the clip!) n***a tell me something I don't know (Peel a n***a sh**!) (Real n***a sh**!) (Real n***a sh**!) (Pill popping, peel a n***a sh**!) (They all know, know-know and we load the clip!) n***a tell me something I don't know (Real n***a sh**!) [Verse 4 - Ab-Soul:] Something and I pull up and I hop out looking fresh as Zanerobe leather sweats f**ing b**hes in the PH not the PJs (Saudi) Blow a hundred thousand dollar cheque Got them goons on deck- Be quiet, real k**ers move in silence (they do!) Them k**ers they be wyling, them k**ers they be wyling, yeah Pop a pill and peel your sh**, that's TMI, but that's R and- [Hook]