[Chorus:]
In the middle of the fake sh**
Real n***as punk out
You can see me from a mile away [x2]
[Verse 1:]
In the middle of the fake sh**
Real n***as punk out
You can see me from a mile away
Yeah, we holler with that dope out
All my n***as got the same dreams
Get money, live big
And she trashy if she drop me off
Now it's foggie, cause I got a Benz
Racks by the park, b**h
All my n***as had to blow
No love for a park b**h
Hittin donuts by the liquor store
Ain't no more goin five on the weed
Just fo me, I need at least a o.z
Goin hard in the pain, O.G
I'mma get it how I live homie, n***a
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Cartoon n***as, yeah, we call em Bruce Wayne
Bust it up, bend the hood, got two dames
n***a run, who blame go bang bang
I'll go, everything call it Trinidad
Two bad b**hes wit me, yeah, I'm into that
Got a car chopped up, where the ceilin at
Got the rap game doped up, feelin that
Me and Clyde causin on this b**h, k**in that
Hating n***as tell a motherf**a how I am
From the bay rap Golden State and the Raiders
n***a giant on these little n***as
RIP madre cups from my real n***as
And my 2k shades, call em B40
b**hes get up and the ghost gon get naughty
We don't play checkers n***a we play chess
When it comes to the street sh**, I'm the best
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Outta town, got the price up
Now I got a fat house
Everyday I see a golf course
Neighbors waving when I'm in and out
Got a view from the third floor
Fireplace in the backyard
Hall of famers livin next door
All my goons got a [?]
Cross country, puttin miles on the Benz
Atlantic City, New York by my ends
Set the bar , we don't neva follow trends
Consider how she put the world in my hands
I just wanna smash when the stacks up
So I can feel good when the rent due
You can miss me wit the bullsh**
Gettin money what I'm into
[Chorus]