S.L.A.B. - We to Real lyrics

(*talking*) S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin know I'm saying Texas style n***a feel that mayn, it's going down down here mayn Pulling out everything mayn, chrome n***a [Hook - 2x] On the cool, I know a lot of n***as hating us But we too real, to let a n***a come and f** with us On the cool, I know a lot of n***as hating us f**ing with Slow Loud And Bangin, and you'll be in the dust [Trae] It's a known fact I got a mouthpiece contaminated, n***as hate it knowing they can't fade it Innovated by most of the real n***as on these streets, so we gon make it You taking it oh no never, too clever and I got em in debter Your t-shirt is finna get wetter, on the mic it don't get no better For Screw I'm finna mash the gas, pa**ing n***as up moving slow n***a don't know I can't take no mo', running up on me you finna hit the flo' From Trae to Lil B, J-A-T, Dougie D and AB and Jay'Ton Be street n***as with a heart, you should of heard of me from the start But my time coming up, better peep my game and learn something Before your body's we be dumping, that's on my life and I ain't bumping On blue over grey swanger on 4's, running over foes Letting out ten shots with a calico, just so a n***a don't want no mo' Southside Texas forever, representative in they face Paper chasing on a steady pace, so block bleeding is my case And I'm gon smash that, trying to get my last stack And if you live that, n***a you gon feel that black [Hook - 2x] [AB] Man you n***as, don't even understand f**ing with us, have a scientific plan Don't hate the playa, hate the motherf**ing game You n***as mad, cause you can't do the same We work hard, for the things that we do n***as unlike you, we steady paying our dues We creeping and crawling, your city getting riches Posters and cards, and money over b**hes [Lil B] I'm a n***a that struggle and hustle, my pockets must gain a muscle These b**h a** n***as I tussle, and then break em up like a puzzle They bubble up and then bust, steady put they a** in a hearse I'm a young a** n***a that's cursed, with the life of a thug walking on turf Lord have mercy these n***as gon bleed, cause Lil B gon give em what they need S-L-A to the motherf**ing B, we gon ride out till we D-I-E Do you see you gon get ranned over, f**ing around with a Southside S.L.A.B. soldier We the realest and I done already told ya, stealing the name when you know that we colder Yes the rap game we gon take over, ready to go just like a V-12 motor Like a flip phone we might just fold ya, last one standing now n***a who's bolder And colder in the game what's the name, you better peep that n***a Slow Loud And Bangin Won't ever change cause we hog the lane, running through all tracks still gripping the grain [Hook - 2x] [Dyno] n***as hate to see me turning on they corner, blowing marijuana Paint red California, now candy green iguana Valeted at Daytona, it be screens in my shutter Smushing bu*ter kush, and sipping drank out a funnel Riding gla** on a Caddy, deuce-deuces on a Navi Honk my horn watching p**n, and see which ethnic I'll snatch me Half black and Puerto-pachi, hoes be on my balls Soft X in they life, just to tighten they jaws Silent beam on the Glock, making all punks pause P-A Benz with no top, got em saying aw naw S dot W dot, gorilla n***a all out To k** a n***a, spit a verse and peel a n***a [Hook - 2x]