[Chorus:] In the middle of the fake sh** Real n***as punk out You can see me from a mile away [x2] [Verse 1:] In the middle of the fake sh** Real n***as punk out You can see me from a mile away Yeah, we holler with that dope out All my n***as got the same dreams Get money, live big And she trashy if she drop me off Now it's foggie, cause I got a Benz Racks by the park, b**h All my n***as had to blow No love for a park b**h Hittin donuts by the liquor store Ain't no more goin five on the weed Just fo me, I need at least a o.z Goin hard in the pain, O.G I'mma get it how I live homie, n***a [Chorus] [Verse 2:] 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 a car chopped up, where the ceilin at Got the rap game doped up, feelin that Me and Clyde causin on this b**h, k**in that Hating n***as tell a motherf**a how I am From the bay rap Golden State and the Raiders n***a giant on these little n***as RIP 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Outta town, got the price up Now I got a fat house Everyday I see a golf course Neighbors waving when I'm in and out Got a view from the third floor Fireplace in the backyard Hall of famers livin next door All my goons got a [?] Cross country, puttin miles on the Benz Atlantic City, New York by my ends Set the bar , we don't neva follow trends Consider how she put the world in my hands I just wanna smash when the stacks up So I can feel good when the rent due You can miss me wit the bullsh** Gettin money what I'm into [Chorus]