[Intro] (JD on the track) Tell 'em label me a real one Tell 'em label me a real (Ayy) Tell 'em label me a real one Tell 'em label me a real one Tell 'em label me a real one (Boy50)
[Chorus] Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like I didn't catch it Put a condom on that dick around that Glock, they'll know I'm well protected Youngest thuggin' in my section And they gon' rock out with that Calico for that Smith and Wesson Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine
[Verse 1] What the world comin' to? Niggas tellin' on they partners, why the fuck they break the rules? Convicted felon grippin' on this chopper, I might make the news I gave up every cent and fuckin' dollar, I done paid my dues A-B-C-D, fuck it man, I'm past due for a W Upside down, I'ma stack them M's Ballin' so hard, I might break the rim Can't fuck with y'all niggas, y'all fuck with them You should've known better, it's up with them I've been grippin' them Glocks with Bob and Tim Lil Zane my nigga, made it far with them Say she showin' the set, we mobbin' him I don't ever hear a rat, not involved with him She wrote my name on her photo I got my game from the olders I got the world on the shoulders I got this girl on my shoulders I pour the drank in peach soda I pour my pain in peach soda I think my heart gettin' colder I swear it's hard to be sober
[Chorus] Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like I didn't catch it Put a condom on that dick around that Glock, they'll know I'm well protected Youngest thuggin' in my section And they gon' rock out with that Calico for that Smith and Wesson Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine
[Verse 2] That brand new Hellcat go real fast, I know you hear the motor And they say God give his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers See I got bitch problems, Jaiden like a parrot on my shoulder Plus I got rich problems, it's a couple niggas say I owe them Standin' on the corner, selling yay, yeah it was hard work Drop down to my knees every night, had to pray, had to put God first Last time I faced the main reason why my heart hurt Brought the neighborhood to the stage, damn, look how God work I swear I had to start first He tryna grind, he tryna shine, but he don't fear the trap I lost my mind, I had to snap back like a fitted cap And they claim they showin' love but I really don't feel none Before it's all done, they gon' label me as a real one
[Chorus] Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like I didn't catch it Put a condom on that dick around that Glock, they'll know I'm well protected Youngest thuggin' in my section And they gon' rock out with that Calico for that Smith and Wesson Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
