(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]