Real Shit

[Verse 1] Look I was raised in the heart of the jungle Any nigga try to pull my card we goin' rumble .45 get to ripping parts till he crumble Hating ass niggas try to make me fall, like stumble Choppa shells make him big tall, nigga fuck you My money talk, y'all shit just mumble Remember Coach told me get the ball, I ain't fumble And I still answer when he call cause I'm humble He talking beef shit, boy we got guns too Duck and slide through, get to blowing out the sunroof Put the beam on him, where the fuck you niggas wanna do We got Macs, Semis, we got drums too Posted up Smith and Wesson, you can come through Send a couple young boys, to go hunt you And they coming quick fast nigga one, two You the type to sneak diss over shit I'm the youngin with the gun play from the six Broke a nigga, y'all boys need a fix Boy make that A.B.E, call that a assist Hollow tips get to coming fast like a bitch JoJo wild niggas on your ass like a bitch See a opp lacking catch his ass with a bitch Now his ass laying in the grass or a ditch Jewelry on me, got these bitches wanna cuff me FN on me, dare a nigga try to touch me Twitter woofing like the pussy nigga want beef, slide up on him Now we up 3, that's what I call a real war nigga Got them sticks with us, all up on tour nigga I'll leave yo ass wet like a shore, we them killers Where you sleep, where your door nigga [Verse 2] Niggas rapping about streets but ain't in it Ask about us LA gang, bitch we winning Running round in stolen whips, and they tinted Run into them at the light, now he finished Boy a bitch gave me top, think she pretty Flood the block up, make him flip like a gymnast Got some niggas whip it, roll like a chemist Run around just him get him, pull him aganist it I can never show a nigga mercy If I slide through again, I'm goin' do you dirty Heard the nigga talkin, like he goin' hurt me Put shots up in him, right out the 30 All up in his back, they calling him Curry Paramedics pick him up in a hurry, say what you goin' do I don't got no worries, if a nigga try to play he get buried [Verse 3] Coming where I'm from, it's hella homicides If you run up on me, let the ruger ride A lot of niggas they be haters in disguise I can see it, I just look up in they eyes Pussy talking shit like, I'm gone let it slide Choppas sic up on him, no they sleeping on him If I got it on me put the feet up on him Leaking in the street then put them sheet up on him 40 clips up on him, 30 sticks up on him I thought yo ass wasn't lacking, how they get up on you Talking like you bout it, better keep it on you Niggas get to clapping now they creeping on you Niggas think they Cappin, Cap don't even know you