Who Really real

It got bigger than me, and I see the same, you know, things with yourself as far as being

connected with all your homies, how you started off and how it was all about you and your

homies

That's what it was about with me, me and my homies, making sure everybody eat, making

sure everybody's involved

But as you grow, you lose certain homies because it's called closing the gap

This is the gap when we start

This is the gap as you grow

Notice how you grow, and they don't

So how do you close a gap

You gotta come back down

When you come back down, you lose

For real, real, real nigga, I'm in the field, nigga

Shoot to get killed, nigga

Been the front liner, 9-5-er, pot of blue and gold

Boy, you know, I keep my pistol gun

We gon' keep it on the low

Niggas talking to the po-po

I left that 40 south

Bitch, you get fucked

How you leaking at the door

We ain't playing around here no more

We ain't playing around here no more

Look, for real, real nigga, shoot to get killed, nigga

Third street banging

What's the deal, nigga

I just have to let you know

I just have to let you know

You know where I'm from

Beach town, bitch

Don't play dumb

All the homies act a fool when you see us run or get low

Because when the shots get to ringing, everybody ding

I wish they had a gun

My brother gangster, but I'm a gangster three

Bitch, it's BTBG

Where my money at

I ain't got time for none of that

Take off the jewels

Run that

Watch our attitude, bounce back

Me and my niggas, we about all that

For real, real nigga, shoot to get killed, nigga

Third street banging

What's the deal, nigga

I just have to let you know

I just have to let you know

You know where I'm from

Socking niggas jaws back