Real Drug Dealer lyrics

Interpretation of the Jordan Rules are this

[RXKNephew]
Put that dope in a mattress baby, yeah
Neph gon get it he ain't asking baby
Real Drug Dealer ain't into fashion baby
Walk into that store and I just grab it baby, yeah
2 tone Glock what I ride with, yeah
Watch them n*ggas who you slide with
RXK that's who I'm dying with, yeah
Watch them n*ggas, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Dawg sh*t Records, free my n*gga
Got a Glock for a bigger n*gga
Glock look like it's on creatine
Running round with yo hand out, boy you been a fiend
Yeah, yeah, get some money
He broke as sh*t he don't want no money
Yeah, hungry as sh*t and his stomach rumbling
His whole hood they on Ramadan
Yeah, freezing up like you Papa Doc
Young white boy he got that Glock like he Cheddar Bob
Revolver, that b*tch hold 6 shots
I know it's unc at the side door with 6 knocks
Yeah, n*gga, ain't no thots in here
It's just beans, it's just coke, that sh*t everywhere
We got a glick in the attic, glick in the basement
Stop sign, back, pause, Glock it'll erase him
Yeah, huh, 2 tone my favorite
Top shelf za, doggystyle that's my favorite
Yeah, too clean when I slide thru
Got the 4 door cus I ain't want the coupe
Yeah, riding with the stick
Riding with my b*tch
Riding with my mitt
Yeah, riding with the glick
I got my scale in the center console, weigh up some sh*t
Yeah, what you got, what you want from me?
f*ck up out my face
Get from in front of me
f*ck up out my face, what you done for me?
f*ck up out my face, what you want from?
b*tch