[Intro - Baseman]

Real nigga shit

Real nigga shit

[Hook - Baseman]

Real nigga shit

Out here on these roads, gotta make this fucking paper quick

You know we stay with it

Big .45 and I'm shooting, I ain't waving it

Real nigga shit

Out here on these roads, gotta make this fucking paper quick

You know we stay with it

Big .45 and I'm shooting, I ain't waving it

[Verse 1 - Margz]

I'm in the same clothes for days, grinding at the trap spot

Working like a slave, whipping powder into crack rock

We're grinding to get paid, this for the have's and the have-not's

Plus I keep the burner by the cooker, I'm a crack shot

Get it? Don't let them hype they don't get it

I've seen them man on the roads, they don't set it

I'll set it on man and his O's, O2

No rules, anywhere man see him imma dead him

All the real niggas fuck with me, they don't like that

You don't get these arms on the roads, I'll take your nine akh

I heard you pussies shit up your nose, you doing lines akh?

That's why you're hyping on road, you're not a wild one

It's cool you like to stay with your ting but fuck your mild gun

Big .45 when I ride, I'm fucking wild son

East side all day, niggas know where I'm from

We gangbang in broad day, niggas know what I'm on

[Hook - Baseman]

Real nigga shit

Out here on these roads, gotta make this fucking paper quick

You know we stay with it

Big .45 and I'm shooting, I ain't waving it

Real nigga shit

Out here on these roads, gotta make this fucking paper quick

You know we stay with it

Big .45 and I'm shooting, I ain't waving it

[Verse 2 - Snap Capone]

On the streets I'm a beast and they know why

The forty-fifth kick him, watch his skull fly

I don't make music you can dance to

But I can make 'em shuffle if I bring the pump through

Margz and Snap, hardest niggas, clart the MAC

Frank Lucas, money in my garden akh

With my Rottweiler dog, he'll he guarding that

Shoot him in his chest, in his heart in fact

Mob shit, twelve gauge mop stick

Rock wigs then hop in and drop six

Talking murder murder, you ain't dropped shit

Souls leave when the fucking mop spits

Counting money in the red California

Flow cold, hypothermia

Cocaine from Macedonia

Portuguese mamis from Angola

Snap killing niggas like Ebola

[Hook - Baseman]

Real nigga shit

Out here on these roads, gotta make this fucking paper quick

You know we stay with it

Big .45 and I'm shooting, I ain't waving it

Real nigga shit

Out here on these roads, gotta make this fucking paper quick

You know we stay with it

Big .45 and I'm shooting, I ain't waving it

Real nigga shit

Out here on these roads, gotta make this fucking paper quick

You know we stay with it

Big .45 and I'm shooting, I ain't waving it

Real nigga shit

Out here on these roads, gotta make this fucking paper quick

You know we stay with it

Big .45 and I'm shooting, I ain't waving it