[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