[00:03.455](JD on the track)
[00:04.446]Tell 'em label me a real one
[00:07.318]Tell 'em label me a real (Ayy)
[00:12.624]Tell 'em label me a real one
[00:16.009]Tell 'em label me a real one
[00:18.782]Tell 'em label me a real one
[00:21.709](Boy50)
[00:23.415]Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like I didn't catch it
[00:25.808]Put a nigga on that shit around that Glock, they'll know I'm well protected
[00:29.312]Youngest thuggin' in my section
[00:30.817]And they gon' rock out with that Calico for that Smith and Wesson
[00:34.320]Durk told me treat the rap game like the shit game
[00:37.234]They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name
[00:39.950]This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure c*****e
[00:42.960]This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure c*****e
[00:46.130]What the world comin' to?
[00:47.412]N1ggas tellin' on they partners, why the fxck they break the rules?
[00:50.192]Convicted felon grippin' on this chopper, I might make the news
[00:53.132]I gave up every cent and fxckin' dollar, I done paid my dues
[00:55.990]A-B-C-D, fxck it man, I'm past due for a W
[00:58.621]Upside down, I'ma stack them M's
[00:59.963]Ballin' so hard, I might break the rim
[01:01.120]Can't fxck with y'all n1ggas, y'all fxck with them
[01:02.518]You should've known better, it's up with them
[01:03.957]I've been grippin' them Glocks with Bob and Tim
[01:05.363]Lil Zane my n1gga, made it far with them
[01:06.780]Say she showin' the set, we mobbin' him
[01:08.301]I don't ever hear a rat, not involved with him
[01:10.016]She wrote my name on her photo
[01:11.745]I got my game from the olders
[01:13.219]I got the world on the shoulders
[01:14.645]I got this girl on my shoulders
[01:16.088]I pour the drank in peach soda
[01:17.514]I pour my pain in peach soda
[01:18.985]I think my heart gettin' colder
[01:20.333]I swear it's hard to be sober
[01:21.583]Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like I didn't catch it
[01:23.904]Put a nigga on that shit around that Glock, they'll know I'm well protected
[01:27.357]Youngest thuggin' in my section
[01:28.720]And they gon' rock out with that Calico for that Smith and Wesson
[01:32.464]Durk told me treat the rap game like the shit game
[01:35.379]They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name
[01:38.095]This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure c*****e
[01:41.018]This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure c*****e
[01:44.408]That brand new Hellcat go real fast, I know you hear the motor
[01:47.115]And they say God give his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers
[01:50.219]See I got b1tch problems, Jaiden like a parrot on my shoulder
[01:52.966]Plus I got rich problems, it's a couple n1ggas say I owe them
[01:56.088]Standin' on the corner, selling yay, yeah it was hard work
[01:58.607]Drop down to my knees every night, had to pray, had to put God first
[02:01.371]Last time I faced the main reason why my heart hurt
[02:04.187]Brought the neighborhood to the stage, damn, look how God work
[02:07.174]I swear I had to start first
[02:08.443]He tryna grind, he tryna shine, but he don't fear the trap
[02:11.133]I lost my mind, I had to snap back like a fitted cap
[02:13.793]And they claim they showin' love but I really don't feel none
[02:16.814]Before it's all done, they gon' label me as a real one
[02:19.660]Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like I didn't catch it
[02:21.953]Put a nigga on that shit around that Glock, they'll know I'm well protected
[02:25.412]Youngest thuggin' in my section
[02:26.916]And they gon' rock out with that Calico for that Smith and Wesson
[02:30.635]Durk told me treat the rap game like the shit game
[02:33.633]They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name
[02:36.195]This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure c*****e
[02:38.998]This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure c*****e

(JD on the track)
Tell 'em label me a real one
Tell 'em label me a real (Ayy)
Tell 'em label me a real one
Tell 'em label me a real one
Tell 'em label me a real one
(Boy50)
Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like I didn't catch it
Put a nigga on that shit around that Glock, they'll know I'm well protected
Youngest thuggin' in my section
And they gon' rock out with that Calico for that Smith and Wesson
Durk told me treat the rap game like the shit game
They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name
This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure c*****e
This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure c*****e
What the world comin' to?
N1ggas tellin' on they partners, why the fxck they break the rules?
Convicted felon grippin' on this chopper, I might make the news
I gave up every cent and fxckin' dollar, I done paid my dues
A-B-C-D, fxck it man, I'm past due for a W
Upside down, I'ma stack them M's
Ballin' so hard, I might break the rim
Can't fxck with y'all n1ggas, y'all fxck with them
You should've known better, it's up with them
I've been grippin' them Glocks with Bob and Tim
Lil Zane my n1gga, made it far with them
Say she showin' the set, we mobbin' him
I don't ever hear a rat, not involved with him
She wrote my name on her photo
I got my game from the olders
I got the world on the shoulders
I got this girl on my shoulders
I pour the drank in peach soda
I pour my pain in peach soda
I think my heart gettin' colder
I swear it's hard to be sober
Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like I didn't catch it
Put a nigga on that shit around that Glock, they'll know I'm well protected
Youngest thuggin' in my section
And they gon' rock out with that Calico for that Smith and Wesson
Durk told me treat the rap game like the shit game
They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name
This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure c*****e
This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure c*****e
That brand new Hellcat go real fast, I know you hear the motor
And they say God give his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers
See I got b1tch problems, Jaiden like a parrot on my shoulder
Plus I got rich problems, it's a couple n1ggas say I owe them
Standin' on the corner, selling yay, yeah it was hard work
Drop down to my knees every night, had to pray, had to put God first
Last time I faced the main reason why my heart hurt
Brought the neighborhood to the stage, damn, look how God work
I swear I had to start first
He tryna grind, he tryna shine, but he don't fear the trap
I lost my mind, I had to snap back like a fitted cap
And they claim they showin' love but I really don't feel none
Before it's all done, they gon' label me as a real one
Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like I didn't catch it
Put a nigga on that shit around that Glock, they'll know I'm well protected
Youngest thuggin' in my section
And they gon' rock out with that Calico for that Smith and Wesson
Durk told me treat the rap game like the shit game
They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name
This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure c*****e
This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure c*****e