[Hook x2] Every word I spit be real talk Every time I get at your b**h it's real talk, you heard, n***a Chicks be losing it, thick bricks, we moving it Straight up and down, y'all n***as knowing how we doing it [Verse 1] I'm a real n***a, no gimmicks, no mimmicks in the image No blemish in the rocks, no linage Dope sprinters on the block, low chemist You get my scrimmage on the block, no spinage You get popped, shot [?] on the top, [?] Dropped to an ambulance, cop with low manners n***a that roll spinach in the box so finished Spray y'all way with AR's and AK's Have n***as yelling out ''make days or make way'' Keep the f**ing heat on my back like Jamai-cai Funny style a** sweet n***a, you been gay You clack from the rear, you acting in fear Your whole crew shoot, n***a, that's why I clap at your peers When I ain't talking food I'm talking apples and beers [?] make your adam's apple appear Make no mistake about it, Big Apple in here, you hear? [Hook]