[Verse 1]

Busta ass niggas talk shit

Can't Back it up, wound up

Gettin served by Lil Gin dont give a fuck

Hidin' in the bushes on yo ass till you come out

Cock my Smith & Wesson back to your motherfucking mouth

Bitch, I don't give a fuck, see, the police can't catch me

Niggas on banana peels always gettin' that bullet drilled

Dead in they motherfucking face where it hurt the most

Leavin' niggas shirts soaked 'cause I'm full of that fuckin' dope

Drive by on a 10 speed, yo momma lookin' out the window

Threw up a finger sign and told that bitch to kiss my nuts

Rat, rat-ta-tat, tat-tat-tat

We leavin' niggas on they motherfucking biznack

Claimin' you a killer, I can tell, trip, you won't do shit

I'm leavin' mountains on yo head

When you think you can step to this

Nigga, Lil Gin, I never get no fucking rest

Stop slippin' with that ana on yo chest, nigga

[Chorus]

I keep it real, nigga, stay way from lame hoes

I'm a made man, stay chasin' bankrolls

I stay low key, smokin' major weed

I be posted on yo block but you can't see me

I keep it real, nigga, stay way from lame hoes

I'm a made man, stay chasin' bankrolls

I stay low key, smokin' major weed

I be posted on yo block but you can't see me

[Verse 2]

Rollin' in my pimpin', ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do

My beeper just a beepin', so I'm takin' a risk to drop off two

Keys in my lap just in case these niggas stangin'

I'm strapped, bitch, don't trip

'Cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip

Rollin' down the highway, on my way I'm drinkin' Alize

Sprayin' that cherry spray

I'm blowin' my heater while I'm cheefin hay

Made it to my designation then I grip my cellular

Nigga, where yo ass at? Then I load my fucking gat

Lookin' through the rear view and a shawty pulled up, that's the man

Steppin' out the car kinda slow with a briefcase in his hand

The money that he pulled out was all crispy when he opened it

Once I reach then I see niggas out of nowhere with them tecs

Thinkin' kinda fast, but reachin' slow to grip my fuckin' gun

Soon as I open my trench – boom, to my fuckin' arm

That lets ya know not to go out like no sucka

'Cause when you dealin' dope somebody else is on they fuckin' hustle

[Chorus]

I keep it real, nigga, stay way from lame hoes

I'm a made man, stay chasin' bankrolls

I stay low key, smokin' major weed

I be posted on yo block but you can't see me

I keep it real, nigga, stay way from lame hoes

I'm a made man, stay chasin' bankrolls

I stay low key, smokin' major weed

I be posted on yo block but you can't see me

[Verse 3]

I'm from the North Memphis area where pimp niggas packin' the

Heat under the seat, dippin' sweets, bumpin' dozier

We tearin' up the fucking club, rollin' so clean on them 4's

Thick as hell on Beale St. where you can fuck on the first night hoes

Everywhere niggas that tryin' to get paid

The game is you play or get played

Killers in my town, we layin' em down with a rusty twelve gauge

I got much love for the H double O-D I grew in

I will win many stang on any trick bitch tryin' to cross my clan

Throw you S-E-T 'cause a North Memphis gangsta niggas got my back

[Hurt Village, Woodland, Smoke City, Washington, ?]Nash Street, niggas jackin' tracks

What's yo hood like? Is it rough is it tough?

We got grey and gold grills

And, nigga, we ain't afraid to bust some project boy

Running from the police ain't no thing, I mastered all that shit

As a young nigga shootin' at the junkies on the back porch tryna run off with my bricks

Put some money back into the ghetto while you standin' tall

Don't forget where you came from 'cause you can fall

[Chorus]

I keep it real, nigga, stay way from lame hoes

I'm a made man, stay chasin' bankrolls

I stay low key, smokin' major weed

I be posted on yo block but you can't see me

I keep it real, nigga, stay way from lame hoes

I'm a made man, stay chasin' bankrolls

I stay low key, smokin' major weed

I be posted on yo block but you can't see me