[Intro]
Let me talk, let me talk, let me talk
Ay
Yo
Lord lord

[Verse 1]
The Coupe got a recedin' hairline (Huh)
So much shooters on my side, I don't air mine (Boom)
Bars all biblical, cars all digital (Uh)
Yeah, we from the streets, so the scars is all physical
Mobbin' with my brothers (with my brothers), partin' all the suckas (Fuck 'em)
Even though we eatin', we gon' rob you for your supper (Get 'em)
Loyalty & Trust gang, this the second edition (This the second edition)
You gon' bump it in the yard, or your bed in the prison (Bed in the prison)
This is real spit, not regular listen (Not regular listen)
A little story about my life, when I sat in the kitchen, whippin' (Whip)
All for the right cash, boy, you need some striped bash
Every day's a dream, I'm just hopin' that the night last (Last)
Never had a boss, been my own supervisor
Shoot a liar (Boom boom boom)
Puffin' on that purple make that music fire
Spesh on the keys got them stressed on their knees (Yeah)
So once this COVID lift, we gon' step overseas (That's a fact)
Rest in Peace Fred, and whatever he said
He used to float on these beats like he ain't had no legs, uh (That's a BX legend, man, stand the fuck up for Fred)
He used to float on these beats like he ain't had no legs (Rest in Peace)
[Chorus]
Don't listen to these rap n***as, most of them hurtin' (most of them hurtin'), most of them hurtin'
Lord talk that shit, you gon' bomb while you workin', (bomb while you workin'), bomb while you workin'
They say I motivate the real (What they say? What they say? What they say?)
They say I motivate the real (Salutations to the real, man, peace and blessings)
Yeah, I do this for the real

[Verse 2]
All these ones for the public (yeah), y'all gon' love it
My 16's be touchin' all subjects (All subjects)
100 like the bill, I'm just comin' out to drill (Boom)
Buckshots to your crotch, now your stomach 'bout to spill (Grrr)
Hard drums snappin', now the squad want action (Uh-huh)
1-20 on the Beamer, now the car lords thrashin' (Skrrr)
Gettin' to the cash, still spittin' through the mask
Blowin' dope, through my nose, with a vision from the past (Pass that chopper)
Yeah, the future lookin' bright, no more music mixed from white (Whip)
Fake lawyers to the left, shooters to the right, uh (Boom)
People's Champ Entertainment, we stamped in the pavement
Slime cross that gun line, get blammed with the lasers (Brr, brr, brr, brrrr)
Skinny Pete, in a rouge? home, 'bout to take this to the dome
Hip to the whip, lord, you know I got a long crawl, psh, huh (Skrrrrr)
I said hip to the whip, lord, you know I got a long crawl (Grrrr)

[Chorus]
Don't listen to these rap n***as, most of them hurtin' (most of them hurtin'), most of them hurtin'
Lord talk that shit, you gon' bomb while you workin', (bomb while you workin'), bomb while you workin'
They say I motivate the real (What they say? What they say? What they say?)
They say I motivate the real (Salutations to the real, man, peace and blessings)
Yeah, I do this for the real