text: Murda on the beat, thats not nice, man
  Real nigga, I
  Get high, touch the sky
  Right hand in the air
  Left hand in the pot
  Real nigga, I
  We see eye to eye
  Real nigga, I
  We see eye to eye
  Yeah yeah 
  I see green in your eyes, it dont lie 
  Blue dollar bills in them hills to the sky 
  We put the floor on dash
  Know all my hoes they go and cash
  Over that bag, they mad
  I know the problem, yeah yeah
  Eye to eye 
  Trips to Dubai 
  I could see that they jealous, dont know why 
  Is it cause we lit at 4 AM at the spot?
  Put that on your tongue, wait for the swag to unlock 
  If you searchin, come look for us , over the border 
  We import em , just dont record us 
  Poppin at the crib, the livin room look like The Forum
  Roll the dice at night, I take the chance in the mornin
  Know what I mean?
  We aint really with that camera shit
  Nah
  We fuck up for real, for real, for real
  We fuck up the check for real 
  We havin the lean, exotics, and percs, she havin the X pill 
  We know how to flex for real
  We hop on the jet, the time we kill 
  These niggas be wildin, chasin money
  While Im signin deals 
  I got a Tek Philippe 
  And I bought a skeleton 
  Im a deadly weapon 
  Im about to go off in a second 
  Moving bricks and medicine 
  She like to fly, pelican 
  Touch the sky, heavenly 
  Designer belt from the Netherlands 
  Real nigga, I
  Get high, touch the sky
  Right hand in the air
  Left hand in the pot
  Real nigga, I
  We see eye to eye
  Real nigga, I
  We see eye to eye
  Yeah, yeah
  I see green in your eyes, it dont lie 
  Blue dolla bills send them heels to the sky 
  We put the floor on dash 
  All of my hoes they go and cash 
  Over that bag, they mad
  I know the problem, yeah yeah
  Real nigga, I , pop a perc and fly 
  Crack that seal and take a whiff and I come back alive 
  Niggas commit suicide when they dont got mob ties
  Flip it like its Five Guys, Im 2Pac, get all eyes 
  Look at the bitch, she a dime
  So many watches, a nigga cant run out of time
  They get out of line
  The gang in your yard with the strap like the Uber driver with the sign 
  Ive been known to tell the truth in my raps but these other rapper tell lies 
  Real niggas keep the trap alive
  Aint no fabrication on the vine 
  Real nigga, I
  Get high, touch the sky
  Right hand in the air
  Left hand in the pot
  Real nigga, I
  We see eye to eye
  Real nigga, I
  We see eye to eye
  Yeah, yeah
  I see green in your eyes, it dont lie 
  Blue dollar bills in them hills to the sky 
  We put the floor on dash 
  All of my hoes they go and cash 
  Over that bag, they mad
  I know the problem, yeah, yeah 
  Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt -skrrt