[Verse 1: DannyRaxx]
I do this sh** for real, making money without a deal. And I know just how you feel so Ima try to keep it real. I know some of you dont like me but i just dont give a f**. Because living off rapping is my dream and I'm so lucky bruh. Damn, how you feeling? Standing toe to toe with the f**ing love villian. Increasing at such at a rate, when ima hit a million? Sendin rappers to the graveyard, straight k**in
[Hook: DannyRaxx]
For real, making money without a deal. For real
For real, making money without a deal. For real
[Verse 2: B Smith]
All of my life had a plan, yeah. So I can run up them bands, yeah. I want my name in the lights of a sold out stadium full of my fans, yeah. Everyday I spent grinding, ive made some mistakes but now I gotta prove it, I told you all people on several occasions that me and 19 was the greatest in music. He said he had to do it, so you know im gonna do it. This ain't no follow the leader but put us together nobody can beat us, nobody can see us on this track, your track, his track it dont matter where Im at cuz you know that Im gon spit crack. I told you I do this for real (for real), i really got bars for real (for real). The way i be shoppin these features, you think i be pushing them peels. That mean Ima trapper for real? Naw dog a rapper for real. My flow is so cold, sub zero said he just caught chills
[Hook: DannyRaxx]
For real, making money without a deal. For real
For real, making money without a deal. For real
[Verse 3: Reno Jr]
How you n***as think you can shut down shop, when Im eatin with G's and we talk big Glock? Bih we legends in the streets, so the sh** dont stop. Man this thing ? so its gotta get hot. Been through a lot these 30 some years. Blood, sweat, pain, tears. I was always told never have no fear, if your gonna go to war then better have your gear. Ima vet with the white tees and the reebok, now its air force ones and the ankle socks. Bad b**hes on the rocks, big box on em. f** the cops, hide the ops, let the case go pop. Mackin, stackin, big boy trappin. Old school lax now thats whats happenin. Dope boy fresh with the teflon vest, if the money dont flip I ain't get no rest. Got mouths to feed lot a G's and E's. So I work the streets, cuz its all of me. If the money is shown then your life is lost. You got six more hours, coming straight to the bones. Little hoes on the turf that'll flip the work, but you slipped, so its ash to ash, dirt to dirt, from bad to worst. Yeah i know it hurt. So ima fire yo a** up like a bag a purp. When you see them tees, and them O and E's. One two equals 3 so its time to leave. Hulo, what the f**, what you thinkin bruh. Must be going on the X turning out on the dust. If you beg then I might just spam huh. Nah f** that K, give em two in the gut. Got b**hes choosin, cops pursuin. Bang for the ranks so there ain't no losin. (ain't sh** changed, you know I would still get to the money.)