We The Real Thing

Real street shit

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I got so many niggas plottin' on my head

And real gangstas contemplate my death

Real street shit

Fuck a rap beef, I got real drama

Nigga, we the real thing

I got so many niggas plottin' on my head

And real gangstas contemplate my death

Real street shit

Fuck a rap beef, I got real drama (yeah)

Nigga, we the real thing

I'm fresh out the can, still smellin' like jack mack'

Body chiseled up and I'm lookin' for my slide-back

In that top tier, it's no fear in my blood cells

I'm knockin' down whoever stand in my way

Them gun shells'll fall like raindrops when them things pop

The same old song, a million times, it don't stop

Your violence is edible, your death is inevitable

When you comin' at me with that bull

My knife'll impale you, you pussy, I smell you

I can show you better than I can tell

Ooh, this is my favorite part of it all

My dick hard, my hormones bark for war

For blood, for the stuff that'll spook you out

And have shit runnin' down your pant leg, you child

I don't give a good goddamn 'bout your rap sheet

'Bout your street credit score, I smack beef

And wipe the corners of my mouth with your white tee

Then pick my teeth with your bones, don't entice me

Don't invite me to eat food, I'm a hog

I'm a jungle king, the top of the chain, dog

Got so many niggas plottin' on my head

And real gangstas contemplate my death

Real street shit

Fuck a rap beef, I got real drama

Nigga, we the real thing

I got so many niggas plottin' on my head

And real gangstas contemplate my death

Real street shit

Fuck a rap beef, I got real drama

Nigga, we the real thing, real thing

It's QB, we always gon' rise to the occasion

You know what I'm sayin'?

Niggas don't know, but they seen it

Or they'll see (ayo)