Matt Solo - On The Real lyrics

[Produced by Eric Ali] [Engineering by Colton "Hiro" Bonine] [Intro] (Bang bang bang bang) East side four tray gangsta crip 43rd Central, YG Pistol Atlas in this b**h, East Chattanooga in this mothaf**a mane way before the deal Way way way way way way before the deal we been doin' this sh** ain't nothin new to us On 3, 1,2,3 GO! [Verse 1] Put the money in the bag, hurry up me gotta run What I told the clerk before, I was turning 21 Pistol aimed right his face, I ain't playin' with you b**h Saw the anger and the pain, he ain't wanna take the risk That was way before the pen, that was way before the light When they said Im'a stay with them, cause with me they ain't wanna ride I was faded all the time, always strapped seeking a lick Not a worry on my mind, blaze your ave and heat your crib sh** was real, and I was only down to get the dollar Put my granny through some problems, fear of God up in my mama On the block wit that revolver, fo' they taught us bout the bag Wrap that Glock up hella proper, nothing dropping but y'all a** So let's ride, wangin' Hot Boyz "get it how u live" And you gon know the deal, when you see us on your field When this here go a 'chicka bang' whistling at yo grill Get it clear, hoe be glad I changed, cause i was out here ill On the real [Hook] Mane way before, fo fo fo fo the deal I was ridin' I was ridin' on the real Goin' hard, soldier built Mane way before fo fo fo fo the deal I was dumb, you don't wanna know I was young, lungs full of smoke On the grind, hustle to survive Down to ride, f** it if I die [Verse 2] Told my mom I gotta go, out the door straight to the cronies Wit that flag around my throat, this is loc and you don't know me Im'a post up wit the homies, drankin' 40's, sellin' work On the corner f** the police, slangin' steady on the turf Movin gang b**h 43rd, yg pistol on the set Mane you white, this is right, if it's an issue place yo bets From the east side of the river, out the middle of the jects Give respect or we can scrap it out, like pits did for that check I was ill, mane they know the deal, with the sh** for real Biggie in my headphones, pocket full of dope and pills If you feel, I won't pop today, shots off at yo fade Dreads or braids, try to knock me off and partna' that's on trays That's ok, all this k**a sh** they talking ain't to me Every wound that's on my body, came from silence keep it G From the street, ain't the one to play bumpin' all them lips Me ain't speak, rushed em like a raid and homie that's on Crip [Hook] 2× Mane way before, fo fo fo fo the deal I was ridin' I was ridin' on the real Goin' hard, soldier built Mane way before fo fo fo fo the deal I was dumb, you don't wanna know I was young, lungs full of smoke On the grind, hustle to survive Down to ride, f** it if I die