Yeah bout as real as they come. Still pushing base like an African drum. The only other hands that it touched before Young. Was a Guala out of Dallas with shag like Tum Tum. Back to the hood where niggas started detoxing. Till I hit them corners with that motherfucking sheet rock. The rollers back bitch the seal's on the back bitch. The six-three highlights the difference like an asterisks. Yes the re-up game never dies. Soda makes the brick multiply. Push tons of monster with the pie. Keep water from the villain. Remember what it did to them gremlins?. Oh God street wars when the heat warms up. In summertime niggas know what's up. Heavy armour heavy drama heavy karmas. We the reason haters scared of us. fucking their baby mamas. Soon as this product hits the street. You know they will be strung. They'll be dancing to the beat of this drum. Listen It's addiction hey. You know we got em hooked like fiends. They open like a trunk. They'll be dancing to the beat of this drum. Listen It's addiction. Yeah I told Pusha I told Mal. Vinnie move more white shit than a snowplough. Everybody knew the Guinea was so foul. The Sks with the bayonet oh wow. I'll rob everything and leave you with a hungry gut. The hollow tips leave you looking like you got a Gumby cut. You think you fucking with the God then you's a funny fuck. Rambo knife cut your stomach like a tummy tuck. All you see is darkness when the gun bursts. The G36 melt your brain like a Pun verse. I act wild but I handle my funds first. I'm drunk all the time blood quenches the son's thirst. I don't talk about the money I got. Because if money want my money then money gets shot. Rap shit don't work then I dumb on the block. With Pusha and Mal cooking up the drums in the pot. . Soon as this product hits the street. You know they will be strung. They'll be dancing to the beat of this drum. Listen It's addiction hey. You know we got em hooked like fiends. They open like a trunk. They'll be dancing to the beat of this drum. Listen It's addiction. Still with the coke man same as it ever was. Re-up gang we the shame of America. Eighties hysteria the 'caine be my legacy. The feds got our names they hang us in effigy. Best believe it come back like it never left. I write rhymes but I'll bet I'd make a better chef. They can't wait for it to dry they like it better wet. And I'm heavy with the D like Eddie F. I whip it good real good then I let it rest. Then I scrape the sides then I let em test. Yes I got weight like Creatine. A gem star hit that chopping block like a guillotine. Know what I mean? Sitting on chrome rims. Not only paper we stack brick like Stonehenge. Go against us? Haters got no wins. I trust no one and I don't need no friends