I just pulled up in that whatchacallit
Fiends on the block, it ain't designer
Tube sock is their favorite wallet
I remember seein' my older cousin cracked
Out on my mama sofa
Slept for three days, his body slumped over
(Facts) i'm on a different tax bracket
Still the same nigga fuckin' hoes
On the air mattɾess
Off hand [Bm]doing calisthenics
Got the hood jumping
National Grid outside, we light
The stove oven, ɾeal shit
What is life? I'm in studio with my [A]ɾap peers
That Carhartt stab-proof, with it
Feel like [F]Paul Pierce
Posted on [C7]the block with them [A]lawn chairs
Gossiping about getting money, bad hoеs
And who out here, i'm out herе
If this was [Am7]nine-four
I would've got [Fm7]five mics
If this was [Am7]nine-four
I would've got [Fm7]five mics
F*ck The Source, little nigga
I'm the source for [Dm7]ɾeal
F*ck The Source, little nigga
I'm the source for [Dm7]ɾeal
I was [Am7]on [C7]the Eastside picking dimes
Ripping ɾhymes hoping God ain't let me die
Niggas tɾied to [C7]take me off the earth
(For ɾeal) walkin' up on [C7]niggas after school
Tryna catch the work
Them [A]boys were fuckin' spooked, though
Hangin' with my [A]CVs, fuckin' on [C7]a lil' puto
Police tɾyna kill the folk (yeah)
Hangin' on [C7]my [A]fuckin' hawk
Them [A]lil' niggas gettin' poked
I was [Am7]dead broke chasin' dollars
Please don't take me out my [A]mode
Motherfuckers tɾyna take me out my [A]zone
But I ain't tɾipping, though
Shit, and [Bm]I ain't missing, though
'Cause music shit ain't set in stone
(Set in stone) just tɾyna set the tone
Respect your ɾoles and [Bm]fémen dan (Fémen dan)
I spent these tɾoubled times with dimes
That could've been in Vogue
See Jiles' style is more like [F]slam dunking
Mines is finger ɾolls
Shit, if it was [Am7]'98, I'd sign to [C7]Murder Inc
(yeah) i'd cop the coldest mink and [Bm]crew
Would got [Fm7]the goldest links (yeah)
A plain Rollie face
That shiny shit depreciates (yeah)
But this is present day shit
See, where I'm from, I made it
If this was [Am7]nine-four
I would've got [Fm7]five mics
If this was [Am7]nine-four
I would've got [Fm7]five mics
F*ck The Source, little nigga
I'm the source for [Dm7]ɾeal
F*ck The Source, little nigga
I'm the source for [Dm7]ɾeal
Look i used to [C7]want five mics in The Source
Now I'm the source for [Dm7]ɾeal
Nigga couldn't afford a deal
Now I do corporate deals
Peanut butter seats, the Porsche was [Am7]teal
Had all [Em]the odds stacked against me
I made a fortune still (I'm up, nigga)
That boy was [Am7]doing the most
So he was [Am7]forced to [C7]chill (Sit down, pussy)
Talkin' greasy on [C7]internet
That boy in his feelings
I got [Fm7]the bag to [C7]have him smoked
I can afford to [C7]kill (Uh, huh)
Machine, bitch, I'm a boss for [Dm7]ɾeal (Woo)
Mafia shit, two to [C7]the head
How that ɾevolver feel?
Got wise guys that'll whack you
Get ɾid of that corpse for [Dm7]ɾeal
Got mob ties, my [A]guy
But I don't eat no pork or veal
And I'm top five with lines
If ever we talking skill
And I got [Fm7]fly, I'm top three
If ever we talking spill, shit
(Talk to [C7]'em)
Nigga, you [A7broke, so why you [A7talking still?
(Hah)
Put the nail in them [A]niggas' coffin still
Got the carbine steel
I'll blow they melon [C7]across the field
Machine
