Lyrics:
Yo
Just so you all know what time it is
It's your homeboy
Straight from the A-T
I ain't even going say the motherfucking rest
But you know
Niggas is goin' through real shit man they outta work
That's why another goddamn dance track gotta hurt
That's why I rather spit somethin' that gotta
a niggas trunk is a nigga named Screw
And I got that boy Kici in heah
And that boy Poyo and these hoes heah
And we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati
street
Father unknown,mother astray
He learned about life the real hard way
Wearin' pretty things for all the ladies to see
Funky fresh
of appreciation
For me helping niggas than the
Pleasure is all mine, you're welcome nigga
Now you from Queens right?
So why you ain't stay over there
And get it
Anti-Blackness is real, and kills more than cancer
People been marching before our folks were born
And we'll take to the streets for generations for sure!
By June
lost about five homies
This shit is real to me
L.A. is where I'm speakin of
Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love
Yo
This is goin out
All i ever wanted in this world was the real thing
Sippin on Sing Sing
Tends to be the same thing
Thirsty for the screams
Gotta get the cream
By any
bullets you can't trust
If you bust, when I spray
Head for shelter
10% is gonna help ya, 90 is gonna fail ya
A lot of punk niggas try to play hard
Put
away
For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state
I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case
Eight's over ice straight product of the H
for the last twenty years
If you real mothafucka scream cheers! (cheers, cheers)
Mothafucka scream cheers! (cheers, cheers)
Yeah and it is what it is
I remember them days
I wit pops
We was at the park
I remember saying everything will be ok in the darkness
Everything is coming in
Just dont trip
the Ph love watin' rinchels
Cause they doughnuts
They go nuts for a dozen
Shut up they spot, me and my baby cousin
It seems they were slippin' by
And we
or you're poor now
Digital identity chip implanted in everybody born now
Being poor is like fighting a war now
No energy to fight the real enemy because
for power
I was a little nigga
Couldn't stay out late I was sour
So I sat by the window, heard the DJ cut
Impeach the Pres, Apache, and just begun
the people that been through it and couldn't do it
Had a vision but blew it, while haters screaming "I knew it!"
This is real, so real
The type of shit that
forever
Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages
Graduated from the you-and-I-versity
Of hard-hitters, for real
Yo, I got niggas in
Yeah, this is Dr. Dre
And this is the next Aftermath representative, Jon Connor!
The album is 'Vehicle City'
Aftermath
This some 2018 shit
So
blow you up
You'll make some new ones
They teaching me to be fake
The game ain't made for real ones (Nope)
cnd I could stunt talk the stuff that I done,
Down by the docks and only after dark
A place we can sneak to beyond the park
A little tin shack where lonely lovers meet
Out on the weekend
She
A dead cop, a lawsuit, a little kid shot
I play them nothin'-ass marks in the park
For tryna earn they stripes in the dark
Just 'cause I come there
You see the clothes see the style but you ain't never see
The working of a man that hustle up by any means
Cause what i feel i know is real no sympathy
the dram' next
You all stank, we got the bigger bank
Bigger shank to fill your tank
Still the same kill you for real, while you crank
Slide, do or die,
the dram' next
You all stank, we got the bigger bank
Bigger shank to fill your tank
Still the same kill you for real, while you crank
Slide, do or die,
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