text: On the real, nigga, I’m a real nigga
  I run around with them real niggas
  Got real sons, I need a real sitter
  When I leave niggas, they get real bitter
  O-o-o-on the real, nigga, I’m a real nigga
  I-I-I run around with them real niggas
  Roll up on ya
  R-r-roll up on ya, roll up on ya
  Yo, yo 
  E-e-eight mil on that new thing
  Tied up like my shoe string
  Ain’t fuckin wit you bitch niggas and that’s real rap, but I do sing
  Make room when I come by
  Ain’t speakin, I’m dumb high
  Just heard niggas got jokes, it’s a matter of time before one dies
  Cause them dudes out and them tools out
  All sixes like school’s out
  Niggas know if they talk slick
  That I’m winter fresh, they’ll get chewed out
  ‘Cause-cause-cause-cause them dudes out and them tools out
  All sixes like school’s out
  Niggas know if they talk slick
  That I’m winter fresh, they’ll get chewed out 
  Th-th-th-this shit ain’t regular rich 
  So they end up in a ditch 
  I’m not a regular bitch
  So when niggas see me, they jump on my dick 
  He not a regular shooter 
  So when you see me, salute her 
  Ain’t got a knife in my hand
  But I’m choppin’ it up with some niggas from Cuba 
  On the real, nigga, I’m a real nigga
  I run around with them real niggas
  Got real sons, I need a real sitter
  When I leave niggas, they get real bitter
  O-o-o-on the real, nigga, I’m a real nigga
  I-I-I run around with them real niggas
  Roll up on ya
  R-r-roll up on ya, roll up on ya
  R-r-r-r-roll up on ya 
  A-a-ask Jay who he married
  Eighty thousand in Paris
  Stadiums with Queen B and that selfie got em aggy
  These-these bitches is light-weight
  I-I’m always at fight-weight
  Wrist game is on ice skate
  Cause we move work through that Tri-State
  ‘Cause them boys out and them toys out
  Still bangin that noise out
  You could get it in the wintertime
  Or that May weather like Floyd’s out
  ‘Cause them boys out and them toys out
  Still bangin that noise out
  You-you could get it in the wintertime
  Or that May weather like Floyd’s out 
  A-a-a-all of these bitches in pocket 
  I’m ‘bout to make a deposit 
  Tell ‘em to go ‘head and gossip
  As long as your house is the size of my closet 
  Anybody I call, they picks up 
  Even if they was gettin’ they dick sucked 
  These niggas don’t make a mix-up
  Tell ‘em niggas go step they bricks up
  Tell ‘em niggas go step they bricks up
  Tell ‘em niggas go step they bricks up
  On the real, nigga, I’m a real nigga
  I run around with them real niggas
  Got real sons, I need a real sitter
  When I leave niggas, they get real bitter
  O-o-o-on the real, nigga, I’m a real nigga
  I-I-I run around with them real niggas
  Roll up on ya
  R-r-roll up on ya, roll up on ya
  R-r-r-r-roll up on ya
  When we bang, bye, pop pills, now we Shanghai
  When we bang, bye, pop pills, now we Shanghai
  When we bang, bye, p-p-p-pop pills, now we Shanghai
  Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
  Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
  Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
  W-w-w-when we bang, bye, pop pills, now we Shanghai, kyuh
  W-w-w-when we bang, bye, pop pills, now we Shanghai, kyuh