[Intro]
You know, This just some real n**** s***, a real n**** story
You know what I'm saying?
[Hook: Future]
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'rrari
Livin' like John Gotti
Choppin' bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serve it to the dope fiends
Blowin' money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean
[Verse 1: Future]
Got a Panamera round a young n**** neck
Got a young b**** pulling up in a 'Vette
Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of s**
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
Picture n**** getting money, n**** get back
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' that'll bust a k
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 ki's, 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 two and a baby
Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl
Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup
Send it over from New Mexico & Let me Work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Casino]
Pull up, serve you in my Rari'
Money like Im Frank Matthews
Killers around me like I'm Gotti
If I tricked you, know Im sorry
I be fresh dont need no stylist
I be geeking on them mollies
Sell remix dont sell no cleans
My hand like a triple beam
I got workers like machine
All I do is sell dreams
Half my n***** serve fiends
I get up and then I lean
[Hook]
You know, This just some real n**** s***, a real n**** story
You know what I'm saying?
[Hook: Future]
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'rrari
Livin' like John Gotti
Choppin' bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serve it to the dope fiends
Blowin' money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean
[Verse 1: Future]
Got a Panamera round a young n**** neck
Got a young b**** pulling up in a 'Vette
Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of s**
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
Picture n**** getting money, n**** get back
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' that'll bust a k
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 ki's, 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 two and a baby
Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl
Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup
Send it over from New Mexico & Let me Work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Casino]
Pull up, serve you in my Rari'
Money like Im Frank Matthews
Killers around me like I'm Gotti
If I tricked you, know Im sorry
I be fresh dont need no stylist
I be geeking on them mollies
Sell remix dont sell no cleans
My hand like a triple beam
I got workers like machine
All I do is sell dreams
Half my n***** serve fiends
I get up and then I lean
[Hook]