That's My ***** Fo Real

Ugh, zee
I got wakin haze, my customer's hoes sleep with me
We have small beef, I still sell em o's for three fifty
They known when big beef, I'll pop 100 times
Be like road kill, I live *****s brains on 1*******
And my down *****es, they be ready to kill
I be like chill, they be like "Thats my ***** fo' real."
That's my ***** fo' real
That's my ***** fo' real
That's my ***** fo' real
I don't give a ***** if we don't sell a record
We still gunna get this money in the bricks
Spill it, Zee
I'm like santa clause, I deliver *****s grams raw
Straight from Panama, they eat it up like Hannibal
And my dons, they appear like magic wands
I sell em to the crack of dawn, and destroy every track I'm on
Plus i have a clan packed in the back of vans
More raw than the taliban, murk you for a half a gram
I get B-Boy a truck, yo truck in the river
***** some doe, he be like "Thats my ***** fo real."
That's my ***** fo' real
That's my ***** fo' real
That's my ***** fo' real
Scarecrow what, im trying to walk before I crawl
I want it all, ever since I came outta my mommas walls
Im trying to make so much dough when I write a song
I can vite em all, while ya'll click on the corner selling final calls
*****s mad at us, gladiators like maximus
We fabolous, while you fall off like cannabis's managers
My man D, you keep the Nina pillin
Zee, point a mine and watch em soak em like Sarina Williams
That's my ***** fo' real
That's my ***** fo' real
That's my ***** fo' real
Zee need buddha, E user
Be freelookers spittin from our PT Cruisers
My tank dont drop, i still got dough to make
Got little *****s on rollerskates, holdin my coke and weight
Blow paper, hole chaser, doe raiser, joe frasier
Sixteen cellys and 4 pagers
Go hype up your squad that they might ***** with ours
I just light up cigars, go buy bikes, trucks and cars
Got axe n nitty in atlanta deep
Ran the street, 10 grand a week
I give 'em one word, dont put ya man to sleep
And i love my jersey live *****es
They leave a *****, face with 35 stitches
They'll help me, cinder blocks and pu*******n kids so deep in the ocean
They see where octopusses live
This label deal is for raws pacin chill
I know mad heads, but still
That's my ***** fo' real
That's my ***** fo' real
That's my ***** fo' real
Yeah what
Bricks