The Realest (feat. Medo, Mista Fayad & Sef) - Mak

Girl, you walk onto me, know I'm side of you and niggas out here dying (Soul crazy, fool) And I tell you how I love you, you wanna be my baby, I paid the fine Girl, you know niggas out here dying So I be strapped with my pistol every time I pull up the city (skrrt) She tell me watch out my niggas 'cause she know people envy You 'round, they stab you in your back, that's just how shit be getting Like, why we both can't chase the checks if ain't no competition? But when situations too sticky, you see they true colors (true colors) I'm riding 'round with my Glizzy, you don't know who lack (you don't know who lack) I'm thinkin' 'bout them dimes and pennies, I done blew ones (I done blew ones) We slanging iron, I'm talkin' plenty, my whole crew dump (my whole crew dump) React with pistol cross, this last, that size O caught 'em ways up Stack up your cash and keep a strap because these niggas be hating I had to get up off my ass 'cause I got tired of the basic We swung they block with automatics, level up they mans on the pavement I seen some shit done make you sad, just caught my heart full aching Always was spitting from the start, the studio and the basement Loyalty I'm living by these niggas punkin' for favors Sometimes I gotta close my eyes, I'm damn near blind to the fake shit Girl, you know niggas out here dying So I be strapped with my pistol every time I pull up the city (skrrt) She tell me watch out my niggas 'cause she know people envy You 'round, they stab you in your back, that's just how shit be getting Like, why we both can't chase the checks if ain't no competition? But when situations too sticky, you see they true colors (true colors) I'm riding 'round with my Glizzy, you don't know who lack (you don't know who lack) I'm thinkin' 'bout them dimes and pennies, I done blew ones (I done blew ones) We slanging iron, I'm talkin' plenty, my whole crew dump (my whole crew dump) Been hurt so long that I can finally say I'm numb to the pain My head so gone, I'm fucked about you, girl, I'm goin' insane I'm focused on the better tractions, I wonder if you feel the same Thirty-five hundred, check your CashApp, I thought love don't cost a thing I'm somewhere high up in the sky, I'm 'bout to jump out the plane Never know, once you wanna run up, let 'em speak on your name And it's a shame that I can say I trust you more than my mans She always ask me why I'm hanging, riding 'round with that bang Girl, you know niggas out here dying So I be strapped with my pistol every time I pull up the city (skrrt) She tell me watch out my niggas 'cause she know people envy You 'round, they stab you in your back, that's just how shit be getting Like, why we both can't chase the checks if ain't no competition? But when situations too sticky, you see they true colors (true colors) I'm riding 'round with my Glizzy, you don't know who lack (you don't know who lack) I'm thinkin' 'bout them dimes and pennies, I done blew ones (I done blew ones) We slanging iron, I'm talkin' plenty, my whole crew dump (my whole crew dump)