[Intro]
You know, This just some real n**** s***, a real n**** story
You know what I'm saying?
(Hook)Annotate
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'rarri
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
[Verse 1: Future]
Got a Panamera round a young n**** neck
Got a young b**** pulling up in a vet
Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of s**
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
b**** n**** get money, n**** get that
Roll a blunt of chronic, n**** sell a lot of crack
You can hit a n**** line, order what you want
I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk
50,000 on yo watch, young n**** splurge
Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup
Keep a young n**** workin' gotta buss a cape
I'mma take a phone call, hustle everyday
(Hook)
[Verse 2: Future]
Whipping up a cake, just to go and s***** a spider
Young n**** play with keys, like a type writer
Al Capone, John Gotti was a n**** idol
I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible
In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle
n**** where you at, n**** we go pull up on ya
Young b**** looking like Janet in the 80's
We was grinding up from a tube and a baby
Got the girl dripping wet like a Jheri curl
Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup
Send it over from Lil Mexico & Let me Work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt
(Hook)
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Pop a lot of pain pills
Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels
Beat that p**** up like Emmett Till
Yeah....
Two cell phones ringin' at the same time
That's your ho, callin' from two different phones
Tell that b**** "leave me the f*** alone!"
See, you f*** her wrong, and I f*** her long
I got a love-hate relationship with Molly
I'd rather pop an ollie, and my d*** is a trolly
Boy, I'll bury you like Halle
And these hoes say I'm blind,
Cause I don't see nothin' wrong with a little b**p and grind
Man I just received a package
Them other n***** taxin'
And my pockets so fat, I'm startin' to feel contractions
And my cousin went to jail for them chickens
And he already home and that n**** must be snitchin'
Cut him off like karate!
You know, This just some real n**** s***, a real n**** story
You know what I'm saying?
(Hook)Annotate
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'rarri
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
[Verse 1: Future]
Got a Panamera round a young n**** neck
Got a young b**** pulling up in a vet
Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of s**
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
b**** n**** get money, n**** get that
Roll a blunt of chronic, n**** sell a lot of crack
You can hit a n**** line, order what you want
I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk
50,000 on yo watch, young n**** splurge
Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup
Keep a young n**** workin' gotta buss a cape
I'mma take a phone call, hustle everyday
(Hook)
[Verse 2: Future]
Whipping up a cake, just to go and s***** a spider
Young n**** play with keys, like a type writer
Al Capone, John Gotti was a n**** idol
I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible
In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle
n**** where you at, n**** we go pull up on ya
Young b**** looking like Janet in the 80's
We was grinding up from a tube and a baby
Got the girl dripping wet like a Jheri curl
Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup
Send it over from Lil Mexico & Let me Work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt
(Hook)
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Pop a lot of pain pills
Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels
Beat that p**** up like Emmett Till
Yeah....
Two cell phones ringin' at the same time
That's your ho, callin' from two different phones
Tell that b**** "leave me the f*** alone!"
See, you f*** her wrong, and I f*** her long
I got a love-hate relationship with Molly
I'd rather pop an ollie, and my d*** is a trolly
Boy, I'll bury you like Halle
And these hoes say I'm blind,
Cause I don't see nothin' wrong with a little b**p and grind
Man I just received a package
Them other n***** taxin'
And my pockets so fat, I'm startin' to feel contractions
And my cousin went to jail for them chickens
And he already home and that n**** must be snitchin'
Cut him off like karate!