[Intro]
(JD on the track)
Tell 'em label me a real one
Tell 'em label me a real (Ayy)
Tell 'em label me a real one
Tell 'em label me a real one
Tell 'em label me a real one
(Boy50)

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like I didn't catch it
Put a condom on that dick around that Glock, they'll know I'm well protected
Youngest thuggin' in my section
And they gon' rock out with that Calico for that Smith and Wesson
Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game
They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name
This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine
This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine

[Verse 1]
What the world comin' to?
N***as tellin' on they partners, why the fuck they break the rules?
Convicted felon grippin' on this chopper, I might make the news
I gave up every cent and fuckin' dollar, I done paid my dues
A-B-C-D, fuck it man, I'm past due for a W
Upside down, I'ma stack them M's
Ballin' so hard, I might break the rim
Can't fuck with y'all n***as, y'all fuck with them
You should've known better, it's up with them
I've been grippin' them Glocks with Bob and Tim
Lil Zane my n***a, made it far with them
Say she showin' the set, we mobbin' him
I don't ever hear a rat, not involved with him
She wrote my name on her photo
I got my game from the olders
I got the world on the shoulders
I got this girl on my shoulders
I pour the drank in peach soda
I pour my pain in peach soda
I think my heart gettin' colder
I swear it's hard to be sober
[Chorus]
Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like I didn't catch it
Put a condom on that dick around that Glock, they'll know I'm well protected
Youngest thuggin' in my section
And they gon' rock out with that Calico for that Smith and Wesson
Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game
They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name
This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine
This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine

[Verse 2]
That brand new Hellcat go real fast, I know you hear the motor
And they say God give his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers
See I got bitch problems, Jaiden like a parrot on my shoulder
Plus I got rich problems, it's a couple n***as say I owe them
Standin' on the corner, selling yay, yeah it was hard work
Drop down to my knees every night, had to pray, had to put God first
Last time I faced the main reason why my heart hurt
Brought the neighborhood to the stage, damn, look how God work
I swear I had to start first
He tryna grind, he tryna shine, but he don't fear the trap
I lost my mind, I had to snap back like a fitted cap
And they claim they showin' love but I really don't feel none
Before it's all done, they gon' label me as a real one

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like I didn't catch it
Put a condom on that dick around that Glock, they'll know I'm well protected
Youngest thuggin' in my section
And they gon' rock out with that Calico for that Smith and Wesson
Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game
They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name
This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine
This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine