[Verse 1]
Man these n***as ain't hard to read
Recognizing flukeys should be textbook
First "REAL" would get "FEAR" back on his heels, right before the shootin' would come - it's noticeable by it's gesture
Lighters on the dresser - Money on the floor. Dumb
Shaking sh** for this money, but ain't sh** funny
I know a hoe when I see one. Think about it
What y'all always thought was "hood" was all designed to move n***as
One who preach "d**h before dishonor" one dishonorable n***a
So I'm surrounded by sneaking. The only time you'll catch me scheming? It won't happen
The only time I'm scheming's when I'm rappin'
Act rich just so hoes won't tell me that I'm lackin'
And I ain't even bought no f**in' mattress
I embraced blackness. How you tryin' to tell me that money talks and you can't hear it f**in' laughin', Lord!
Hit every house on the block - Robin Hood
But Robin Hood ain't supposed to rob the hood
Lifestyles are stolen, oh. Real n***as' know it, oh
Oh! Real motherf**ers actually need the money
No jobs ever want em', find somebody to flip on
The struggle so real, n***as still buyin' flip phones
"No cla**ifieds cause' I don't never cla**ify"
You wouldn't be thinking like that if you was in the same cla** as I
Life ain't a b**h, peer pressure is
Like especially when you're virgin to the test it gives
If you really a "real n***a", when she take shots, take off that vest and take them bullets to the chest
Boy she sound like