[Hook]
I went from old school Chevys, to drop top porches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't seen what I've seen
I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevys, to drop top porches
And you ain't did what I did
If you from where I'm from you gotta get how you live
[Verse 1]
Everybody already know, Jeezy a real street n***a
Every time you see me out with real street n***as
I hope you got yours I keep mine
In the club blowing dro throwing gang signs
And you already know dog
745s, back to back, me and O Dog
These other n***as is jokers
What they rein' up wit I spent it all at Strokers
In one night, eight b**hes, ten bottles of Cris
Forty grand spent just to make you glance at my wrist
Keep bread so we carry dem toasters
But keep back though my earrings ferocious
It's not just my imagination
I'm the one on the topic of your conversation
Jack boys say they gon' rob
But on the real f** n***as y'all don't want these problems
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Black tees, black Ones, and a fitted cap
The Mac-11 make me walk wit a crazy dap
Y'all say we country n***as yee-haw
The money comin back and forth like a seesaw
And y'all ain't never seen what we saw
Stacks of twenty dollar bills, bricks of white raw
Where they got little faith, they don't care bout sh**
Ludicrous how they ride, I-20 wit dem bricks
sh** I spit it for y'all
On the real my n***as sh** I spit it for y'all
Who gives a f** about friends?
If you mix the baking soda wit it you can get a Benz
While y'all robbing and boosting
I'm standing over the stove like the chef at Houston's
And it's not about the flip mane
Want the real bread, dawg it's all about your whip game
[Hook]