[Intro] With that big Russian choppa Hit him in the head, crunch his skull like a lobster Flame!
[Verse] I wish Dunk could be next to me, standin' on these stages Chapter of my life, let me turn a couple of pages You know! Squad! That's a real friend I wish my niggas'd stop thuggin' cause we got children They say that I'm buggin', but I'ma keep it real, man I'm awake and I see this world we buildin' And what, I'm a snake? This place that I'm in, I can't be fake Keep it real with my fans, I ain't fly as a plane I'm as free as a bird And I'm the type of nigga known for keepin' his word, yah heard? That's just real, man I still hide my money in the ceilin' I guess I still got that feelin' Oh the thrill for drug dealin' I spent so much money helpin' other people out So I got out that fast lane, I'd rather take the scenic route My niggas would shoot it out, so it prolly even out Would speak about these mothafuckas that would leave a G without Tryna see what she about Leavin' the club, she naked before she even see the house Leave her sleepin' on the couch I just want her ass fat, she just wanna Snapchat Her friends wanna stab back and that's a sad fact I don't want my cash back, I'ma get the last laugh Cause when you play a real nigga, you never get past that, facts! Flocka doin' EDM, and I heard he vegan now He always on tour, hear me, he could never be around Always talkin' business and investments and shit He don't wanna hit the club and go flex on a bitch See the truth is Everybody wanna know how close me and Gucc' is And who I'm still cool with I'm still a So Icy boy to the squad in me Mama had the recipe, directed me, she the one who taught me Never let them get the best of me But I'm the one who got it out the mud and invested me These pussies can't fuck with me I took 808s across the globe and saved the wait for all my clones Waka is a Rolling Stone Where I lay my hat my home, I might not be the best rapper alive But I've grown as a man and I owe it all to God [Hook] And all my real friends, that's real shit That's real spit, that's real shit How many of 'em? My real friends My real fans, my real friends
[Outro] Gang, gang, gang, squad Understand me? Lil, get with the mob Once you step in you dig what the fuck I'm sayin' Got a half a ticket on my neck Man, fuck it, it's a whole ticket, I'ma stop bein' modest, man I'ma stop lyin' to these niggas, 'bout 112 on the rhythm, mothafucka Flockaveli 2 on the goddamn way, man, me and Whoo Kid booked 'til 2017 I think we're startin' in April I ain't ever goin' broke Squad! Bitch!