Real Street N***a (feat. EST Gee)

(FOREVEROLLING)

Come on

**** know who run this shit and who just run they mouth

How you rich? Bond was fifty, you couldn't get your brother out

Don't call me say you seen him out, money good, walk him down

Ain't too much to talk about, I'm up now, they talking down

Been up, but I'm rapping lately, notice now, know I keep my pole around

Reach for somethin', we swap it out, my chain for a hundred rounds

Man, lawyer a hundred thou', I love him, so it's nothing

Even if I did he still will shut his mouth

Came up making turnarounds, brick after brick, pound after pound

Serving local, but it came through postal, out of town

I been up for a while, real gangsta, know that's facts

I can never lack, might spin in that 'Cat, Fatboy double back

Run off if he tax, you was writing raps

I was out west trying to get it back, hundred bowls of 'thrax

Voices talking to me, they say "Geeski, keep it solid"

Both my sons got trust funds, they don't need to go to college

Every other night I used to count up at my mama's

Took twenty out my safe and went and put it on your partna'

I'm a street ****, I drink Wockhardt, not no vodka

I'm a street ****, bought it soft and sold it solid

Self-made, ain't no OG ever gave me guidance

Real street ****, you can't knock me, I'm too solid

A hundred shots in each every blue car that you see with me

I got Gee with me, BKM, ho, EST with me

Real street **** plugged on the loud, unc' got the keys

And I just sold like twenty bags of Runtz, but that shit had some seeds

Shit, I ain't tripping, though, still can't get his money back

Got a problem, get him whacked, got ten for his fitted cap

And I don't beef on social sites, I swear I don't get into that

Gave lil' bronem a dub and told 'em spin through and go finish that

I use to mix the mids with the gas when I was coming up

Vaccum seal 'em up, I can show you how to run up

Them **** lame as fuck, name a **** came and fucked with us

And all my opps, they broke, tell them **** get they money up

Voices talking to me, they say "Geeski, keep it solid"

Both my sons got trust funds, they don't need to go to college

Every other night I used to count up at my mama's

Took twenty out my safe and went and put it on your partna'

I'm a street ****, I drink Wockhardt, not no vodka

I'm a street ****, bought it soft and sold it solid

Self-made, ain't no OG ever gave me guidance

Real street ****, you can't knock me, I'm too solid