Real One lyrics

[Intro]
Mm-mm-mm-mm
DY Krazy, uh
Mm-mm-mm-mm
Uh (Let's get it)

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
I been gangbangin' since a kid, that's how we live
So I seen bloodshed before "Red Snow", huh
And that's just how that go
Nobody out here wanna use they head, so that's why I had to fly on the go
Said he ain't never, ever gonna amount to sh*t, but lil' n*gga a rider, though (Damn)
Had a couple n*ggas on our hit list, so we ridin' with four (Check ' em, four)
And I ain't give a f*ck if it's Christmas, I was outside for sure
And we on one, pop out, roll up, movin' quick, gotta get the seal like hold up
Gettin' a kit, used to pour a six or a four up
n*ggas b*tches, war time, we was watchin' 'em fold up (Fold up)
And if the feds ever grab my f*ckin' folder
I'ma stay a soldier (Stay a soldier)
I ain't gon' snitch on no one (Uh-uh)
So therefore, I ain't puttin' myself in a situation no more (Uh-uh)
I waited long to get where I'm at, I ain't gotta be patient no more (Why should I?)
Oh, you gangster? n*gga, you think you gangster?
Do some gangster sh*t
On the strip, the same n*ggas I hung with who claimin' it (Yeah)
I was hoppin' out the backseat of that Chevy aimin' it (Aimin' it, yeah)
And now I'm worth some M's, I'm dangerous
Your b*tch love to f*ck me, hit the liquor and start thankin' it
It say they got my face on Belaire, so that's why she drinkin' it (Pour up)
Landed, bought a pint of drank, it was f*ckin' up my pancreas (Uh, pour it up)
It's six A.M. in the stu' in the A, me and DY smokin' some stanky sh*t
Shot at me last night, I'm angry, so I woke up flamin' sh*t
n*gga got caught on a date, now all his homies blame his b*tch
Everybody talkin' 'bout I changed and sh*t, you the one that changed, b*tch
Matter of fact, n*gga, I did change sh*t, I ain't have no chains then
Crib like I was livin' in a den, came and count my dividends
Now I'm legal, I can spend anything, now my closet, my kitchen big
I ain't even tryna miss your call, I just been on some busy sh*t
On the phone with his exes, I don't wanna hear it
Anything about me gettin' rich, uh
[Interlude: G Herbo]
Yeah, yeah, uh (Yeah)
Damn, we runnin' all the, all the, all the checks up (Turn me up)
I'm tryna see where the, where the twenty-nine bag go
(Yeah, that's what I said, uh)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
How Durk gon' put on this b*tch? Go on Google to put on a switch
Told bro I wanna be rich, but I stopped takin' Percs, it's givin' me a itch
They don't want me to be on that block no more
Don't ride by the opps no more
You can't complain, that's how I am
Just tell 'em, "Don't get shot no more"
These n*ggas ain't beefin', throw in the towel
He told me he vegan
I don't even try to stop the violence no more 'cause Chino died at a meetin'
Man, get the f*ck out my face, I was duckin' a federal case
He went to Iowa and got him a dub 'cause that was a federal state
All that beef sh*t your big homie did in a year, we did in a month
And I draw some tears for all them years, for bronem, I can't stunt
I was p*ssed off at my lawyer, me and Von ain't do shows in month
I can't blame the judge and state's attorney, 'cause both of 'em voted for Trump
And that sh*t you said about us, we ain't hear that from no b*tch mouth
From the 'Raq, where the killers don't ask for a discount
And all the killers get blicked down, two bedroom, no big house
Warning shots get sent out, c*cky lil' n*gga with my di*k out
b*tch