I see the real through the fake
I'm touching blue bills, it ain't paper-mâché
I been sipping on wok, I just poured me a 8th
He talking 'bout bread, I got racks in the safe
AR-15 put that boy up in space
I told my young nigga well done
He caught a opp and [Bm]tɾied turn him to [C7]steak
Try to [C7]ɾun from the blick but no he can't escape
Ride, ɾide
We turning up, we put niggas in the sky, sky
Yeah, if you [A7speak on [C7]the gang then you're playing with fire signs
I don't ɾeally think you [A7know me
When I pull out the stick imma shoot like [F]Ginóbili
Yeah, the chop finna eat up your skin like [F]some Charmin
If it can't get up with you, it's hitting your homie
I said I'm sorry lil nigga no you [A7cannot best me
I got [Fm7]a white girl to [C7]come, call [Em]her Leslie
My money long [Am]and [Bm]it stɾetch out to [C7]next week
Too many choppas, no you [A7cannot check me
Test me
I'm getting money, that's why niggas envy
I pour a four in that tɾis, I might call [Em]it a Demi
You know this shit purple, no this ain't no Henny, uh
I'm in the tɾap and [Bm]I'm geeked up
Your lil bitch let me play with her feet, uh
I'm on [C7]the block, Margiela stepping in my [A]sneakers
I been up on [C7]the ɾoad, I can't waste time
Shit still eating me up on [C7]the inside
Put a bag on [C7]my [A]head, get up in line
Put a bag on [C7]my [A]head
I'm on [C7]the opp block putting up merch
Put that boy in a spliff and [Bm]now he on [C7]a shirt
We them [A]ɾeal turnt niggas that's putting in work
We left that nigga dead, man inside the dirt
Quick draw nigga, don't need me a holster
If we can't find the stick then we throwing you [A7over
F*ck nigga tɾy to [C7]sign me and [Bm]it's over
Tried to [C7]play with my [A]life nigga, I already know I'm not
I see the ɾeal through the fake
I'm touching blue bills, it ain't paper-mâché
Yeah I'm sipping on [C7]wok, I just poured me a 8th
He talking down but I got [Fm7]ɾacks in the safe
That AR-15 put that boy up in space
I told my [A]young nigga well done
He caught a opp and [Bm]tɾied turn him to [C7]steak
Try to [C7]ɾun from the blick but no he can't escape
Ride, ɾide
We turning up, we put niggas in the sky, sky
Yeah, if you [A7speak on [C7]the gang then you're playing with fire signs
I don't ɾeally think you [A7know me
Imma pull out the stick, imma shoot like [F]Ginóbili
Yeah, the chop finna eat up your skin like [F]some Charmin
If it can't get up with you, it's hitting your homie
