to find you (that's for real) When niggas find yourself behind you (that's for real) When in the days barely find you (that's for real) And all you know
of role model get arrested for 300 grams? I struggle with my addiction, I ain't perfect Realize that it's bringing me closer to my grave So maybe it's
[Hook] [talking:] Real talk nigga, H-A-Dub-K baby S.U.C. MVP baby, my nigga Z-Ro baby Real talk baby, we still living One deep for life nigga, S.U.
it don't stop, so keep on flippin your Glock Whether it's drama or not Cause somebody might run up in ya spot, whether you servin or not That's how it
a sign, I would work for food Ain't no shame in bein helpless it's a part of payin dues On an everyday mission tryin to collect 5's and 10's So many worries
the Don Some people call me heartless, cause if it's beef I'll smoke your mom's And your papa and your uncle Eddy, nigga this war for real I suggest
automatics, semi's and fully's [Hook] This one is dedicated, to them niggas that hate it It's been a long time, but we finally made it We the realest
the clock now Gotta get my motherfucker paper Stacking up my chips like Lego Hey ho, I just want some brain That's that nigga Trae, that's my right-hand
the Don Some people call me heartless, cause if it's beef I'll smoke your mom's And your papa and your uncle Eddy, nigga this war for real I suggest you
up on us, with that nothing Nigga you gon be in the ground, (in the ground) Soldiers, united for the cash This is the battlefield (battlefield) So all that bumping gums, and talking down That
got a certified plack that's on the way Trae, Dougie D and Z-Ro gotta ride for the dog Gotta grind for the dog, put it down for the dog I love my dog
the top Ready for the jackers, still gon cock the glock Pulling up at the club, everybody still show love But I'm still not gonna stop for bops But I'
a pop box I need some gin, instead of rate the murder death kill of a nigga that really won't breath again But there ain't another nigga that's as cold
wanna disconnect my life line I kept it real with homies who kept the realness back now that I need 'em they can't see me man how real is that matter
niggaz hatin tryna keep us from reachin the top so I'm a mash for the cash like the S.U.C and the G - A - N - G is the S - L - A - B [Verse 3 - Boss] It's
trying to change, fellas start playing games Brought me back to reality, my sanity's now insane I be busting for nothing homie, I'm addicted to shots Blame my hood, cause that's
2,there's that nigga house right there 3 you see that nigga 4-*machine gun shooting* Yeah Ohhhh! I ride on my enemies-I ride on my enemies it's time
