(feat. Casino)
[Intro]
You know, This just some real n***a sh**, a real n***a story
You know what I'm saying?
[Hook]
(aye)
Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what)
Pull up in that new rarri (yea)
Living like John Gotti (the mob)
Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa)
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers)
Blowing money, stay clean (free bands)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
[Verse 1: Future]
Got a panamera round a young n***a neck (porche)
Got a young b**h pulling up in a vet (she working)
Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of s**
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
b**h n***a get money, n***a get that
Roll a blunt of chronic, n***a sell a lot of crack
You can hit a n***a line, order what you want
I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk
50,000 on yo watch, young n***a splurge
Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup
Keep a young n***a workin' .....
I'mma take a phone call, hustle everyday
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Future]
Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider
Young n***a play with keys, like a type writer
Al Capone, John Gotti was a n***a idle
I was never snitching, I can put that on the Bible
In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle
n***a where you at, n***a we go pull up on ya
Young b**h looking like Janet in the 80's
We was grinding up from a tube & a baby
Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl
Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup
Send it over from Lil Mexico & Let me Work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Casino]
Hol' up sir, you in my Rari
Money like I'm Frank Matthews
k**ers around me like I'm Gotti
If I tricked you, know I'm sorry
I be fresh don't need no stylist
I be geeking on them mollies
Sell remix don't sell no cleans
My hand like a triple beam
I got workers like machine
All I do is sell dreams
Have my n***as serve fiends
I get up and then I lean
[Hook]