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[Intro]
Let the band play

[Verse 1]
Rap game ain't ready for a n*gga like me 'cause this sh*t no cap, no sun visor
Yeah, I been gettin money, got a whole lot of everything and you know it's Paper Route Business
Know I got a whole lot of n*ggas in they feelings
Been sh*ttin' on n*ggas, I'm filthy rich
Got a knife on my neck 'cause I'm killin' sh*t
So hot, I'll make you run up out the building, b*tch
Yeah, I set the trends, I make the young n*ggas go get it in
I could fall back for a while just to show you lil' n*ggas that you can't beat me to the end
I'm way too fire, you shouldn't even begin
Yeah, I took a lot of L's just to win
Thank God I been smooth like wind
All my n*ggas in the feds or the pen'
Hide some this sh*t down the road for my dawgs any time that I can like, "I got you, my friend"
I feel the pain that you're feelin', my n*gga, this sh*t hurt me too like I'm all in your skin
I used the means just to get out the streets, but the streets is what paid me and made me a man
Most of you n*ggas ain't sh*t without money, I’ll blow all this sh*t and start over again
I had to do this sh*t solo, solo
I ran up thirty and bought me a Rollo
Rollie, this b*tch don't take heat, rollin'
I had to come from the bottom, stay focused
I told my b*tches I don't need emotion
I was gettin' load after load, I was loaded
You n*ggas sit around n*ggas with money
Then 'rap bout this sh*t, man, you n*ggas be posin'
[Chorus]
Is this young n*gga for real? (Yeah)
Do he got digits for real? (Yeah)
I had to get it for real (For real, for real)
You n*ggas rap what I live (For real, for real)
Is this young n*gga for real? (Yeah)
Do he got digits for real? (Yeah)
I had to get it for real
You n*ggas rap what I live

[Verse 2]
Even my haters know I got big racks
pus*y said different and I never gave his b*tch back
All my opps know shots get sent back
Yeah, I'm real cool, but I still can get with that
Mindin' my business, long money what I'm gettin at, yeah
Eatin' real good, pockets gettin' fat, yeah
n*ggas rap deal, I done spent that, yeah
Broke ass n*ggas, go fix that, yeah

[Chorus]
Damn, this young n*gga for real (For real?)
And he got digits for real (For real?)
I had to get it for real (Yeah)
You n*ggas rap while I live (Yeah)
Damn this young n*gga for real (For real, for real)
And he got digits for real (For real, for real)
I had to get it for real (Yeah)
You n*ggas rap while I live (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
For real, for real, for real, for real, for real, haha
For real, for real, for real, for real, for real, yeah
For real, for real, for real, for real, for real, haha
For real, for real, for real, this sh*t for real, my n*gga