Real Nigga Walk It

[Intro] (LA) Bompton, Crenshaw, Inglewood, Baldwin Hills, Valley Everybody (YEAH) [[Verse 1: Bravioso]] LA is my playground, Bitch niggas lay down Used to be the drugs, Now the money in my face now Fake friends, fake smiles, Model bitches from paramount The devil on my back, That's the last thing I'm worried bout Snap Back, Heavy dub sacks, Now watch me serve'em out Get it from the source, South Central word of mouth Gotta Spanish broad, So I'm bool with them eses Cremate my body, Light me up like purple haze You can have today, I am the future, Ya'll yesterday Run this game, Till I'm the champ, He keep telling me Radio king, A billion in green, Destiny I keep shooting for all of my people suffering So the aim is great (pop), Million dollar face (pop) If I can have a life time of God gift I'm straight You know its me, Start running when the ground shake I love this planet but more room to shine in outer space [Hook] I'm straight Money ain't a thing History I'm coming But The present in the way Life may fade But The memories stay Like A picture in my brain So I never look down Roll'em back to back Write my title on the clouds Reach into your pocket, Put your money in your mouth I'm keep shooting till the clip runs out Point into the crowd, My time is now [[Verse 2: Bravioso]] (hahahaha) (Verse 2) (Yeah Bitch) Air full of kush, Camera lights flashing Tread light whenever moments full of action Prepared for the fast life, Seat belt fastened Trip off this game but the monies where I'm landing Super hero swag, Call me Mr. Outstanding Suffocate wit money because the money I'mma drown in Me and Pops bagging weed, Making brownies from the trim Is it time to go in, It's time to crown him, KING Bitch I'm, Floating in the ring One shot Bow (Gunshot) Second Shot (Gunshot) Fat lady sings I, Bob and I weave Watch the future rain supreme Yeah Money ain't a thing Yeah Top down in the rain Yeah I float off the brink of the planet, Ya'll sink I roll'em back to back Fat like, Coins from a bank Drink, Drink, Drink Let It Go and Start Chugging Smoke, Smoke, Smoke Fat Joints by the dozens I'm Good [Hook] I'm straight Money ain't a thing History I'm coming But The present in the way Life may fade But The memories stay Like A picture in my brain So I never look down Roll'em back to back Write my title on the clouds Reach into your pocket, Put your money in your mouth I'm keep shooting till the clip runs out Point into the crowd, My time is now