now see the definition of a real nigga is about it in this motherfucking song right here you know it took two real niggas to collab and make some motherfucking shit happen man it s your boy yung joc you know block entertainment and my motherfucking nigga trae asshole by nature ay trae tell me what you is nigga i m a gangsta to the end riding for the set black chevrolet with the paint still wet j s on my toes locs on my eyes crawling on 4 s everytime i slide by nothing less than the truth on the streets of the south hoes on my swag cause the diamonds in my mouth but i move low key posted in the trap raw with the rap to put my hood on the map i ma do this one for h a w k and his brother named pat and my partna named screw so i let the trunk crack what they know about that haters better chill plus i m packing something that they classify steel repping my block still doing my thang trunk full of bang holding a b n gang screwed up click i ma let the world know before it s all over we gon make the world slow you can find me in the hood swanging in a drop trunk popped up now i m letting back the top locs on my face and my grill so clean thirty grand talk boppers hopping on my team moving so slow banging my screw moving so slow banging my screw moving so slow banging my screw hop out on the block still hollin what it do 65 impala cheve ss the top disappear see the clear vvs i guess you know the name i ain t even gotta say it when i say it s going down sk start spraying block e n t and a b n niggas in charge ery body mugging nigga face different starch i ma let you pull your card but watch how quick i pull it ay fuck a semi auto my niggas pack fullest we bullies on the block the hustle don t stop it s eat what you kill that s the motto off top yeah it s the a town and the h town tell em this the shake down lay face down me and my nigga trae getting cake now split it down the middle 50 50 that s the break down baby keep your face down and don t talk back you can find me in the hood nigga distributing packs  my guns go off when my fists is hard mobbed up cuz nigga pistols ll scar you got your knife on you homie that s for twisting cigars i got my knife on me homie that s for twisting your guards these niggas wanna play you for weak it s going down motherfuckers drizzown when they playing it deep i do the damn thang niggas talking about it i m a problem run into it you ain t walking up out it sensei ll fade the pack i get mean lean on you with this beam till you fade to black cuffing broads cause i mack on chicks i go hard same nigga hit your hard put your lac on bricks niggas a trip crock bull give niggas the clip slap niggas in they trap when they giving me lip s u c my nigga we missing h a w k i m gon live through the rest of the click that s real talk hop out on the block like i m still hitting stangs platinum in the hood so they tend to know my name yellow vs 1 s got me switching up the game might hop fly top dropping like the rain hoes talk down trae never get mad niggas old school still jacking my swag y all concerned about a playa since the day of my birth grab a couple mill and i can show you what i m worth sitting so low everytime i come down trunk just popped so i m showing my surround 84 s got me tipping so low to the ground still hitting licks moving off the greyhound watching for the laws i ain t fucking with the time bitch i m in my prime ain t no stopping my shine i advise that they lead the truth to the throne if you say i ain t the realest say bitch you dead wrong 1