Lyrics
K-Salaam, Beatnik, let's do this shit, man
Yeah, trill O.G. and I came in here to tell the truth
Reality rap while these other cats sell a booth
They never been nowhere and they ain't never seen shit
Grew up in the suburbs, homogenized clean shit
So it don't mean shit when they try to speak on me
No matter how they try to twist it, they look weak, homie
See you can fake fake but you can't fake facts
You stick out like a sore thumb with your fake gats
It's not adding up, your numbers is funny
No wonder you ain't getting to the money
See I ain't no dummy
Homeboy I been around for a little bit
And know the difference from that big and that little shit
Get back on the right track 'fore you get left behind
While I come through in the clutch, homie, just in time
Damn, I thought you knew this shit
But it's cool, just sit back, I'm 'bout to do this shit
All I ask that you keep it one hundred with me
We don't need to play these games
I just want you to be straightforward with me
You don't need to act this way
I know the difference in trying to get it and getting it
Yo nigga, tell me can I get a witness?
Relax, I'm 'bout to show you how to get it
Let me introduce you niggas to some real shit