[Verse 1]
Real n***as write rhymes, I do it all the time
Don't believe me n***a cross the line, it's dotted
I got the sh**, it's all HOT!
I'm a real dude, who rap real raw
You don't believe me get the straw
Sip it, I'm RAW!
[Verse 2]
Yeah real n***as got what I got, but they don't got that hot top
I pop it like a lock put the key in it, I bought the top
Doors opening, people close
n***as look around with no holes
Bowling ball down the lane, hit a n***a in the frame
Yeah it's me, DROPPA!...RAW!!
…breathe that