[Intro]

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Real Rx

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[Verse]

I walked in this bitch booted out my mind

Big-ass stick extend out my side

Auntie hit the work, she said, "Oh my God"

Glock made 'em say woah like Black Rob

My dad was black, sold crack, and robbed

That's the only thing I know about the nigga

It’s on you how we go about it, nigga

Up the stick and shoot the throat out a nigga

I'm smoking a blunt with Lucifer, nigga

I don't wanna talk, I'm shootin' a nigga

Rob you smooth out your crucifix, nigga

I ain't gonna lie, nigga, I need my meds

Dark thoughts I still see in my head

Clutch the glick while I'm sleepin' to bed

My bitch mad at me once again

This the third time the barrel hit her head

My teacher thought I was special ed

Now my car cost more than that bitch car

I make more monеy than that bitch whole job

I fuck around and employ her wholе job

I was fresh as fuck when I went to school, that's why I got F's on my report card

Auntie can't talk good, she got lock jaw

Skip school, played the block to get the rock off

I count money to get my rocks off

They say Papi move like a mob boss

I’m John Gotti, get a nigga whacked

At the steak house, you'll get knocked off

I sold heroin to buy jeans

Popped shit and copped white ones

Dirty east side nigga came from 'nun

Got that bag, bitch I'ma stunt

Glick cradlin' by my arm, this bitch look like my newborn son

Big ass Cuban hold my charm

We got more sticks than Saddam

Up the glick and pistol whip your mom

This shit’ll get uglier than Lebron

These niggas talk tough like King Von, till they end up like King Von

These niggas washed up like Trick Daddy

These niggas is junkies, DMX

Glick on the bike, this a BMX

On the interstate, feel like BMF

I never let a pussy nigga see me sweat

I walk in this bitch like Keith Sweat

Big ass chain dangle from my neck

Your bitch broke her neck to look at my neck

She looked at my neck, wanted to give me neck

She gave me neck and then it broke her neck

It’s a hundred rounds in this fuckin' drum and I shoot this bitch till it’s nothing left

Drake beatbox like Doug E. Fresh

In the kitchen I'm the American Chef

Poetic with the Glock, Mos Def

I'm in the kitchen with all white like the Pope

I beat the shit out the boy like the Pope

Backslap the girl like the Pope

I ain't have a job, I sold dope

I like Cuban links, not gold ropes

They say Papi walk in this bitch and do the most

556 made 'em hit the folks

Oh shit it’s Pap, there he go

Bitch blink too long, then I'm gone

I’m doin' 120 in a 50 zone

Trunk full of white like Post Malone

I'm drunker than a bitch like Post Malone

Tat my face like Post Malone

Bitch I'm stoned like Post Malone

Put a bitch in a trunk like Haitian [?]

These niggas gay just like Tupac

Niggas fake gangstas like Tupac

These niggas act gooder than Tupac

You can't be mad cause I'm who you not

I really stuff bands inside a shoebox

I really spun blocks tryna shoot opps

I teach you how to cook and [?]

I beat the pot till it got a speed [?]

These niggas washed up like Reeboks

They ain't got the same kind of guns we got

This shit gonna get uglier than [?]

My auntie tried to sell me a pair of FILA's

She told me, "Papi, just break me off a dime"

Auntie do unbelievable shit all the time

For 3 months she been waitin' on SSI

And every different month she come up with a different lie

She always catch me when I'm high out my mind

With a bullshit story and I let her slide

I walk in my bitch house dead fly

She all like my chicken country fried

Mashed potatoes, mac cheese on the side

When I'm done eatin' get between your thighs

You gotta tell me when it’s something on your mind

I'm a trap nigga, I can't read your mind

Pop a perc, too much on my mind

Crack a pint then pour a line

Up the stick, its Columbine

Hit you and him, y'all both combined

Walk in this bitch with one in the head

Glock go off, hit one in your dreads

I did what I did and it is what it is

Wish I could rewind time to do it again