In the middle of the fake sh** real n***as punk out
You can see me from a mile away x2
(Clyde Carson)
Yeah, we holler with that drop out
All my n***as got the same dress
Get money, live big
And she trashy, used to drop me off
Now it's foggie, cause I got a Benz
Racks by the park, b**h
All my n***as have the blow
No love for a park b**h
Hittin' dollas by the liquor store
Ain't no more born fibe on the weed(?)
Just fo' me, I need at least an o.z
Goin' hard in the pay, O.G
I'mma get it high lid, homie, n***a
In the middle of the fake sh** real n***as punk out
You can see me from a mile away x2
(Master P.)
Cartoon n***as, yeah, we call 'em Bruce Wayne
Bust it up, bend the hood, got two dames
n***a run, who blame? Go bang bang
I'll go, everything call it trinidad
Two bad b**hes wit me, yeah, I'm into that
Got caught, chopped up, where the ceiling at?
Got the rap game doped up, feelin' that
Big co*k cussin' on this b**h, feelin' that
Hating n***as taking motherf**ing high angles
From the bay rap ghost (???)
n***a giant on these real n***as (alright)
Team madre cups from my real n***as (?)
And my 2k shades, call 'em B40
b**hes get up and the ghost gon' get naughty
We don't play checkers, n***a, we play chess
When it comes to the street sh**, I'm the best
In the middle of the fake sh** real n***as punk out
You can see me from a mile away x2
(Clyde Carson)
Outta town, got the price up
Now I got a fat house
Ain't that (???), golf course
Neighbors love it when I'm in it now
Got a view from the third floor
Fireplace in the backyard
Hall of famous livin' next door
All my goons got a (???)
Cross country, put some hours in the Benz
Light the city, New York, by Mianis
Set the ball, we ain't neva follow trance
Set down, she put the world in my hands
I just wanna smash when the stacks up
So I can feel good when the red do
You can miss me wit the bullsh**
Gettin' money what I'm into
In the middle of the fake sh** real n***as punk out
You can see me from a mile away x2