Letras
Yeah, man
Y'all know what the fuck it is though, man
Praise The Real, fuck the rest
30 ball touchdown last month
Made another 30 ridin' dirty in the trunk
Double up 30 times, and it still ain't enough (hol' on, man)
30 ball touchdown last month (last month)
Made another 30 ridin' dirty in the trunk (uh-huh)
Double up 30 times and it still ain't enough (okay)
We was up, servin' dubs, now we get it by the dove
Send a pack in the mail (facts), anything for the sale (that's right)
If you want it, then I got it, we ain't cutting no deal (huh)
I just upped another caliber, I'm upping the scale
The real deal heavyweight, like my name Holyfield (ayo)
I been cuttin' in this bitch, like I hit the cane wit' it
Stash spot wit' a brick, and like 50K in it
You be talking what you did, boy, this every day business (mhm)
Big stepping every play, prolly why I stay trippin'
I done gained a lot of yards, I ain't dropping the ball
Heard 'em makin' them remarks, but ain't making the call
I can hear it in yo' heart, you ain't built for this brawl
I'm finna start pulling some cards, swear I'm tired of y'all
They really purpin' for what? Do it all for the look (what?)
Super man up on the 'Gram, but in person, be shook (oh yeah)
All she needed was a taste, bet I'm leaving her hooked
Just pay attention, baby, listen for you get overlooked
They was talkin' first place 'til it got overtook (amen)
I be laughing in they face, got 'em thinkin' it's good
I got the izm of a god but don't follow the book
They try to copy recipes, and still don't know how to cook, I'm up
30 ball touchdown last month (last month)
Made another 30 ridin' dirty in the trunk
Double up 30 times and it still ain't enough
We was up, servin' dubs, now we get it by the dove (listen)
30 ball touchdown last month (last month)
Made another 30 ridin' dirty in the trunk (uh-huh)
Double up 30 times and it still ain't enough
We was up, servin' dubs, now we get it by the dove (look)
I swear these busters like bitches the way they stay up on the tip
If you fuckin' wit suckas, you gettin' caught up in the mix
Heard they runnin' a play, bet now they getting blitzed
Ten or 12 out of six, scraping grams off a brick
Bitch, I was really baggin' dope in my mama kitchen (I was)
Really trolley-hoppin' servin', tryna grab a chicken (I was)
I know they speak upon my name, I don't acknowledge bitches (huh)
They know exactly where I stay and never pop up trippin' (on God)
But if they really wanna smoke, we can take it there
I'm talkin' big Cuban rolls, couple 8's in there
My word is bond, only busters gotta plead and swear
But take a step over that line, and we don't play it fair (for real)
You really finna do what? Don't make me call out yo' bluff
Bet what I make in one day is what you make in a month
Y'all really suck, better give that shit up
The jealousy be gettin' to 'em, player haters disgust me
On the real