Realist In It (Feat. Gucci Mane & Offset)

Realist in it I was on the block because I was suspended Niggas, bitches I ain't takin' shots, I hope no one get offended G550, this is not a rental New AP, limited edition Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em Hold up, Baby You been goin' crazy, who said you wouldn't make it I got somethin' to say to dopeboys 'round the nation I won't stop for nothin', I'm chasin' out the paper Talkin' like I'm basic, really, that's some hate shit See 'em out in public, why no one ever say shit They know what I would pay for them to get a facelift Penthouse at the top, I come from out the basement Opp talkin' crazy, hope my Glock don't jam Gotta make it back home, take care of my lil' one When its time to ride, I'm like fuck makin' a diss song Went and bought a Wraith just for somethin' for us to sit on Every rapper on the come up send a song for me to get on Ain't nothin' wrong, I used the plug for me to get on 10, 000 dollar outfit, I got that shit on DM'in' my hoe, another nigga I'ma shit on Realist in it I was on the block because I was suspended Niggas, bitches Ain't takin' shots, I hope no one get offended G550, this is not a rental New AP, limited edition Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em Bitch, you cuffin' up tongue, boy brighten up Haters face crunched up like I cut an onion up Your rent pay for what I paid for the temp fade Got the blocks in a day, yeah them Cali based Got the trap goin' up on a Wednesday Samurai choppin' up work like a sensai Keyser Soze, fallout like Coldplay They don't really know, know nothin' 'bout auray Trapping in my Box Chevy, me and OJ Michael Jackson with the glove, Annie are you okay Jackers in the hood, singin' like the O'Jays Dope so good, make your uncle sell the Bluray Drop the top on the Rolls like toupe Fiasco when I pull up like I'm Lupe Castro but now in the new day Shoot 'em in the head, I ain't never like 'em, no way Billy Jean, bitch I'm tryna see your whole team He think he slick, so I shot him in a doorway Another murder, boy, I'm known for duckin' murder charge Double murder, try to pin it on me like I'm OJ Quadruple crosses like a nigga omen Cold-hearted like I never had a vertibre Boss talk, make 'em bring it to your doorway Four pockets full, whippin' up a 4-way Realist in it I was on the block because I was suspended Niggas, bitches Ain't takin' shots, I hope no one get offended G550, this is not a rental New AP, limited edition Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em Engine in the rear, put a million in the front What the fuck is fear Chopper eat you like ifs lunch Fuck the law nigga, but we don't go for the punt Lookin' at the thotty body, this hoe is a runt Wait, when we draw the choppers, niggas start to run Wait, these bitches wanna cuff up with the don Wait if a nigga talk about some funds I relate, you hate I did The Race, Tay-K Skrrt Thinkin' like I'm Meech, M's in a vase Practice what I preach, money on the daily She not needy but she leaks, oh so crazy Niggas plottin' and I peep with a laser Push the money out, I'm in labor She tryna fuck me for some clout hurt my baby I got money stashed somewhere in my acres My left wrist sad 'cause my right precious Realist in it I was on the block because I was suspended Niggas, bitches Ain't takin' shots, I hope no one get offended G550, this is not a rental New AP, limited edition Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em Hold up, Baby You been goin' crazy, who said you wouldn't make it I got somethin' to say to dopeboys around the nation I won't stop for nothin', I'm chasin' out the paper Talkin' like I'm basic, really, that's some hate shit See 'em out in public, why no one ever say shit They know what I'd pay for them to get a facelift Penthouse at the top, I come from out the basement