[Intro: Deala]
Whassup, y'all must comprehend what the real shit is
So, I gonna provide some info what can be happened with the muthafuckas who plan to step to the real men
Check this out
[1 verse: Deala]
Deala represents
Gonna talk 'bout modern assholes in the Benz
Which were bought by the parents
Can't buy dat shit by themselves
Messin' only with their asses don't know anythin' 'bout valves
So, we are close to the title
Don't be so stupid talkin' some shit which ain't so vital
And don't ask me what can bе happened if you step to us
I madе one track dedicated to it n it wasn't last
You chose the wrong path
Can forget 'bout someone's autograph
It will be a wretched aftermath
I talked 'bout all this shit if you want to step
We will anyway wreck - yo' homies n moden rap
But fuck dat clap
When I represent somethin'
All assholes which sittin' there are like dumpin'
Bitches clappin' but they remember nuthin'
Forget all this shit tomorrow
Bustas continue to borrow - a big amount of snaps
Don't wait 'till Deala makes some clacks
[Hook: K'do]
Real men step on it
Get out the block n start to read
We are ready to kill each fuckin' beat
If you got some claims 'bout that, we don't give a shit
[2 verse: K'do]
It's a sudden death muthafuckers
U ve got to being warned
I make deals with big guns, am dealing with thugs
Just like hurricane pain am blowin' stronger than wind
Playin' chest en chest board
Changin da game, so if u think u got da best bring it in da game, am in da zone am so damn dangerous now
South Africa it's my background
We takin yo on calafonia stand up n makin some noise, shout out to Deala da damn killer King of da game
U pick me up I was down brought me back to da game, gave hope that I needed n keep me strong
I've got to say this once more thank u for more
If you're gangster
Gangster man I feel in yo pain
Capricorn it my hood JFK it's my crew
We cruised along livin life in da business just incase u forget
And my gun is my witness everytime am in da block I got my gun on me
When everytime am in da street I got my gun on me
All bitches in da hood they wana die on me
Sixteen shooter on my waist with extendable mag
Muthafuckers
[Hook: Deala]
Real men step on it
Get out the block n start to read
We are ready to kill each fuckin' beat
If you got some claims 'bout that, we don't give a shit
[3 verse: Deala]
Was talkin' 'bout too much thangs in the first verse
'Cause it's related to all real shit not only yo' damn purse
Ol' school rappas know dat thang
If someone says somethin', they just don't give a God damn
'Cuz they are real men
All this shit is true
Don't start to talk back, go n drink some brew
When the title is named 'wretched aftermath'
You can't slack off in the bath
And it duzn't stand fo' that you can chill with a bitch in the car
We warn ya providin' these real facts
Ya can start to put yo' clothes into backpacks
We don't give a fuck whether yo' ass got shot
Or got caught up by the muthafuckin' cop
Strain too much seein' real muthafuckas
Calm down n get fucked with yo' dick suckers
Say to them the word 'relax'
I'mma kick yo' ass so hard like it was done in the Madmax
So, just slack off
'Cuz you won't be able anyway to fend off - our hard strikes
Tell yo' homies to posse up to the nowhere on yo' fuckin' bikes
Real men give you a second chance to change the path
Otherwise it will be a wretched aftermath