OT the Real - Webber & Williams lyrics

[Intro: OT the Real] Uh-huh Yeah You gotta know You gotta know how you wanna go out in the end (183rd Street) I know how I'ma go out [Verse 1: OT the Real] I'm from the get booked, get back, get poppin' Stack it up in Section 8 and then go whip shoppin' My player never slows down and he ain't with stoppin' (Nah) My brodie caught a body out in Pennsauken State police is runnin' 'round, still askin' questions That's why I talk to God and only ask for blessings 'Cause everybody's fu*ked up out here, it's mad depressing Young and dumb added lessons, adolescence Was in a bad direction, nobody came and saved me (Nah) I came up off a crop of reggie and a hundred еighties (That was me) You're only playin' yoursеlf tryna play me (Uh-huh) Who want smoke? I whip this coke like a tinted-up Mercedes Guerilla, goon, gangsta, but I shows class Old head's worth a couple million, but he smokes glass I know my smoker won't crack, he just smokes crack He gets me players now, I got him his own jack They call for fifties, and they call for hundreds The game don't love us, but I fu*kin' love it My bro high, he kept on flashin' out his gun in public (That sh*t on him) Now he doin' five for bein' Perked, Xanny'd up and blunted (Man) DZA, listen here, I can see it crystal clear We gon' make a couple million if the crystal's clear We consistent here, Christina Aguilera with the Britney Spears And I give 'em smoke, DZA here [Verse 2: Smoke DZA] Crystal clear At this point, we could tally it up before I disappear (Uh) Boxes on deck, I up the different gear Multiple options of transportation to get it here (Really) Plugged up in Cali, home in the Valley It all started with unfathomable numbers and a couple addys They tried to bump it a couple of points 'til I got aggy sh*t, you know how they be tryin' to do us East Coast ni**as First off, you need the clientele to see those figures Secondly, you can't stop my bag, we go-getters '04, I was flyin' sh*t back, ask Third Pickin' up loads, gotta use passwords The irony, goin' into compliancy The storefront from the trap, legally buy my tree (Right) Anything else is uncivilized, minor league Turned my contact book into a dynasty You ni**as still tryna catch up and be high as me Never mind, I'm from Harlem, tryna be fly as me [Outro: Smoke DZA] OT the Real, Kushed God It's all tyrants here