[Produced by Nard & B] [Intro] Put your hands up, we hood rich Mama told me never take no man's sh** Put your hands up, we hood rich Mama told me never take no man's sh** Put your hands up, we hood rich Mama told me never take no man's sh** Never fold under pressure Put these p**y n***as on a stretcher [Hook] I'm too real, I'm too real I'm too real, I'm too real I'm too real, I'm too real Mama told me never fold under pressure Put these p**y n***as on a f**ing stretcher Put your hands up, we hood rich Never take no other man's bullsh** [Verse 1] Put your hand up, we hood rich I got it out the mud, not the ditch Never stop, never ever gave up Always kept my head up and stayed up Prayed to the lord for guidance When you go to jail all you read is violence All I want to do is shine But first I had to put in a little grind Bank account filling up with commas Yeah I'm finna bless my mama All I ever wanted was to be on it f**ing with these b**hes, you dead wrong All I know is keep it real, 100 Loyalty, get your father, get money This b**h pressing these hundreds I ain't gon' stop getting this f**ing money [Hook] I'm too real, I'm too real I'm too real, I'm too real I'm too real, I'm too real Mama told me never fold under pressure Put these p**y n***as on a f**ing stretcher Put your hands up, we hood rich Never take no other man's bullsh**