Feat. Lil' Real One

(*talking*)

Real ****, huh real **** status (you know)

Gone off that mo'fucking midnight

Ya understand what I'm saying, midnight

You feel me, (dro that is)

If it ain't real, it ain't me

If I ain't toting that steel, I might get killed on my streets

If you from the N.O., you know what I'm talking bout

Send me to jail, I post bail I'ma make it out

**** what you looking at, I know you ain't booting up

All of us got knives, most of us tooled up

Blues what huh, **** blues who

I'm gone off some dro, in the red white and blue

Ooh and it's my duty, to serve you quickly

When I come, my drum gone be holding fifty

I'ma leave some'ing numb, from fucking with me

I been overdue, for these cowards to get me

I'm the **** ****, uh they love to hate

But they scared to run down me, I keep some'ing in my waist

You's a bitch ass ****, stay out my face

I can't lace that up for you, no other kinda way

When you fucking with me, you fucking with the real

Deal, fake **** get fucked in the field

I stay up in the field, I never got fucked so I'm real

You's a bitch boy, you hide behind the shield

I'm in my motherfucking territory, foul now

But I bet a bitch gone bow down

Stay out of my way, cause I'm holding my K

And bitch, I'm bout to wild out

I hold it down, for that down south

I'm standing blasting my canon, my attitude is empty every Bullet I got me any adversary, hailmary ya'll scary

Bone buried, my fucking eyes blurry

I mean heavily twisted, I been on lean

I'ma perculate and I'ma lean, **** feeling the breeze

I do thangs like a gangsta, hell is hot in the mangers

Smelling my Glock top as I pop shots, feel these hot potat'as

This for now not later, I got's to escalate you man

I'll take the shit out of your crib, like I'm your decorator

Punch ya', put your kid in the refrigerator

I bought a Glock for all you **** hater, popped a lot of shots at a demonstrator

I'm bout to penitrate ya, I been a gangsta

But my clip right in my hand, fucking my trigger finger

It's getting crucial now, three murders every day

Shit will never stop, in the N-O-L-A

New Orleans Louisiana, can I ride with my heat

I'ma ride with my heat, four time felony

Everybody telling me, stay out the penetentiary

But I'd rather go back, than get my head on a flat

Them Magnolia ****, them Melpomene ****

Them Calliope ****, ain't nothing to play with

If they got beef, then they letting the K spit

Trying to make a **** disappear, like matrix

I wear my Reebok's, with the loose shoe laces

And stomp in em like a big dog, in different places

Never went out of state, and caught no cases

Don't think that I won't, homeboy I'll waste ya

Somebody call the ambulance

That boy blood flood the street like a avalanche, dead on arrival