Real sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
This some mob sh*t
Yeah from the Bay Area, LA
You already know what time it is
That boy stingy!

[Verse 1: Berner]
They want that old sh*t, I been the same this whole time
I can’t lie, I’m really missing ’09
Playing with the coke price
They ain’t got no stripes
My diamonds get to dancing in the low light
Yeah, you buy a bag still
I grow mine
My backyard is a goldmine
That f*cksh*t irrelevant
Crime is adrenaline
I still get busy, handle mine like a gentleman
Louis V Letterman
Gone off the sticky bun
You got cash baby, give me some I’m still hungry
Yeah I want it more than anyone
R-Mean, let me know when the Henny come
I got a thick b*tch, bust it open baby
All the Covid sh*t been f*cking with my mind lately
I’m on the grind non-stop
If they growing what I’m growing I'ma buy the whole lot
[Hook: Berner]
This that Real sh*t
Big bag crack a seal sh*t
Independent yeah I got my own deal sh*t
If I get a bag I'ma move it real quick
This that Real sh*t baby
This that Real sh*t
This that Real sh*t
Big bag crack a seal sh*t
Independent yeah I got my own deal sh*t
If I get a bag I'ma move it real quick
This that Real sh*t baby
This that Real sh*t

[Verse 2: R-Mean]
This that real sh*t
Movements we gon’ build quick
This that R Dash & Bern
Iron sharpen iron
Stainless steel sh*t
I be up at Cookies Melrose in some teal drip
With these diamonds that be blinding have you on some Braille sh*t
Paid my dues and showed you real grit
Shouts to B-Real for no f*cking reason except for being real, sh*t
It’s hard to keep up, I be smokin on my own pace
Bern, I got the Henny, Nas just send us a whole case!
Salute the God
Ya’ll be throwing them sevens
I’m blessed to be in the presence of these legends soaking up lessons
I’m respected by some GOATs
f*ck whoever hates
Opinions of some strangers?
f*ck outta my face
I don’t deal with losers
Only build with bosses
Got some steal grip shooters
That don’t feel sh*t
Cautious!
I salute my brothers real quick
Bern, I appreciate this opportunity and that’s some real sh*t
[Hook: Berner]
This that Real sh*t
Big bag crack a seal sh*t
Independent yeah I got my own deal sh*t
If I get a bag I'ma move it real quick
This that Real sh*t baby
This that Real sh*t
This that Real sh*t
Big bag crack a seal sh*t
Independent yeah I got my own deal sh*t
If I get a bag I'ma move it real quick
This that Real sh*t baby
This that Real sh*t

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
This sound like early 2000s, like I’m ridin’ to Cam
Purple Haze on replay, gettin’ high in the van
Back when me and the homies would throw down 5 on a gram
Long before dispensaries controlled supply and demand
Yea them simpler times, wish I could hit the rewind
In that VHS machine that live in my mind
Back when getting signed was the biggest dream that we had
Now I’m signed to myself and I can see that they mad
I get the bag yeah that Scrooge McDuck dough
Excuse the gusto
My dude I’m just so
Happy that I made it, Momma look at ya son go
Watch the fans singing every word in the front row
Just here with a blunt rolled and thinkin’ ’bout life
And that real sh*t, the only sh*t I ever write
So just hit me when you cookin' R
Berner bring that cookie jar
And we gone show ’em how we took it far
Real sh*t
Webby