[Intro]

(Street play, hood play, however you want it)

(Real)

(Real nigga, real nigga, real nigga radio)

The deeper you go, the darker it gets young nigga

See success?

Is not for the timid that sit on the shore

Its for the bold thats willin' to dig deep as it take, to get what you never had

Hunxho!

I'm tryina tell you a story young nigga

[Verse 1: Hunxho]

Bad bitch like Amber Road

Hustle man like T.I

Nothin' but G rides in my hood, I ain't never seen the G5

Nigga said he want smoke, heard the boy got cancer now

Nigga ain't never helped me out, I was wearin' hand me downs

Not to say I owe еm, now they want to show up

I can show you how to make C4, watch how I blow up

Nevеr had a big dog, but I had a Glock tho

I learned how to multiply, but I learned how to rob first

Partner wearin' Prada shoes when I was wearin' Converse

I done hit a hundred licks nd' I never plot first

Niggas actin' funny now, had to cross my manz out

I wasn't in the mix, I stayed down nd' now I stand out

They say i'm the hardest nigga hands down, seen a opp nd' then I ran down

They gon' be embarrassed if I gotta pull these bands out

I make niggas pull they guns up

Sex, money, guns up

How a broke as fuck nigga- had to get my funds up

Most these niggas gang members, A nigga really gangbangin'

Member I use to bully homes, before he ever became famous

Now I went to school with homes, went ahead; he came dangerous

Nigga gettin' handouts, all of mine came up taken

Most of these niggas peasants nd' I don't really even fuck with bacon

Friday boy like JJ, man down; may day

He don't see his check because we extort him every payday

12 better not get behind me because imma do him on the E way

Wipe him like his nose runnin', nd' its still free blow money

Teacher for six racks everyday, still feel like show money

All these bags in the trap, but I won't ever show nothin'

Walk him down with a pump, like im tryina go huntin'

You can't kick it with us, no puttin'; stunna just like Vegas is

Mobbin' like we meets them, eatin' good like babies is

I might set up shop on your block, fuck it I might stay up here

Showing all my guns at the park, I ain't never play out here

Shoot outs everyday so I feel bad whoever stay out here

I swear to god if I ain't do it, you won't never catch me say "I did"

I'd prolly be dead if I ain't never changed the way I lived

Might pull up on opp block, shoot it up; stop shot

Police don't even come out here, boy your block is not hot

Pyrex, hot pots, dirty guns; hot box

All my clothes stolen nd' I been caught for a drop top

I do this shit for mom and them, soda boy will not stop

[Chorus]

Yhea, I been goin' through it with my demons

How I get up out the streets when I was deep in?

Nd' I wonder if I can tell you all my secrets?

Nd' if I lended you my heart, would you keep it?

Nd' pain got my heart harden, like the cement

Long live all my dogs that i'll never see again

I seen real in you, that i'll never see again

And I can't go back no, they gon' try to keep me in

[Outro]

(Yes, this is real nigga radio)

(The Walmart to the streets)

(Sip to that mutha fucka)

Shout out to Big Ranklin' as always, you know how we do it; quality street music