Featured In
Top Songs By Jay Rock
Similar Songs
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Rock
Vocals
Tee Grizzley
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Johnny McKinzie
Songwriter
Samuel Ahana
Songwriter
Jonathan Whitfield
Songwriter
Terry Sanchez Wallace
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Swish
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
East Side, BH Dub, you know about us
Get shot or get robbed, we get dollars
Break a blow, flip an O, or you sniff it though
Two for five on a Friday, give and go
Bitch **** wanna come and get a taste
They don't get it, till they catch a red bottom to the face
No case, young **** shooting' shit, outta Delta '88 with the temporary plates
Foreign car, but we dog 'em like Buicks
Get to it, no talking just do it
With no swoosh, just killers off that Kush
Me and Grizzley on the track, we both in the black book
On dirt, number scratched off that pistol
Selling crack vials out ya mommas back window
Momma talking loud about the shit that he into
She ain't gotta ask every month, "What that rent do?"
[Verse 2]
You ain't know a real **** don't sit still
If you knew a **** story you would get chills
If you knew some of them secrets you would get killed
You ain't know if shit real, **** shit chill, shit chill
You ain't know if shit real, **** shit chill, shit chill
You ain't know if shit real, ****
[Verse 3]
Say you want to get rich, no matter the risks?
No matter how far the trip, okay (K let's get it)
Say you just want to be on
You want the Rollie froze?
You would never break the code, okay, ****
Cap'n Illa, tell these **** I'm at home then
(That's the crib ****)
Blood, tell these **** I'm at home then
(That's the motherfuckin' crib ****)
Only journey road **** that's good everywhere
One ****, two straps, bitch I double dare
Money on the counter, chops on the floor
Besides the Holy Spirit, I ain't worried about a soul
These **** gotta a lot of mouth, ain't got no money though
Aye tell these **** we can beef, it gon' get bloody though
90 days ago I was just in prison
I got out with a vision and now I with Jay Rock and Kendrick
All of Cali tappin' in with the realist
When really I wasn't 'posed to see the end of my sentence
[Verse 4]
You ain't know a real **** don't sit still
If you knew a **** story you would get chills
If you knew some of them secrets you would get killed
You ain't know if shit real, **** shit chill, shit chill
You ain't know if shit real, **** shit chill, shit chill
You ain't know if shit real, ****
Written by: Johnny McKinzie, Samuel Ahana, T. Wallace, Terry Sanchez Wallace