[Intro: Slim 400]
Wake your b**h a** up, n***a
Doing it for the real ones, n***a
Out here getting money, n***a
The real way, n***a
Taking chances and more sh**, you feel me?
Four-block
Bompton
Wooooo, wooooo, wooooo
[Verse 1: Slim 400]
The streets [?] walk down
Ain't no bickin', it ain't bool with it
Real n***as in the hood got beef
I live in the hood, so i gotta deal with it
Young n***a, i ain't knowin'
I just live with [?]
Flyin' church, red strings
G's equipped the shoes
Every morning like night
n***as handle business
Dice games in the hood
Seems like it's never ending
And when 12's hit the block
It's like they always trippin'
n***as done lost they life gang bangin'
And they always gifting
Life's f** up
I ain't seen realer than the real go
Bet i hold it down
And my name is what i live fo'
I'm turned out in the block
And [?] did it
I'm in the mirrors
Day and night after I get it
[?] again, boy
I go hard, I spend it
Pick the bags and sh** up
No I ain't forgettin' it
Play with this block sh**
You'll lose your life
I didn't make it out the struggle
Without thinking twice
RIP my rider, n***a
[?]
RIP Big [?]
My n***a Chaotic
[Verse 2: Slim 400]
Wooooo, now imma [?]
With a '32 under my granny couch
I been out here f**ing up
So I left the house
But I was still giving the chips
So I ain't leave her out
Out here hittin licks with the homie
So I'm cashin' out