Shit Real (feat. Tee Grizzley)

Eastside, BH dub, you know about us
 Get shot, or get robbed, we get dollars
 Brick of blow, flip an O, hardly sniff it though
 Two for five on a Friday, give and go
 Bitch niggas wanna come and get a taste
 They don't get it 'til they catch a red bottom to the face
 No case, young nigga shootin' shit
 Outta Delta '88 with the temporary plates
 Foreign cars but we dog 'em like Buicks
 Get to it, no talking, just do it
 With no swoosh, just killers off that kush
 Me and Grizzley on the track, we're both from the black book
 All dirt, numbers scratched off that pistol
 Selling crack viles out ya' momma back window
 Momma talking loud 'bout the shit that he into
 She ain't gotta ask every month, what that rent do
 You ain't know it real niggas don't sit still
 If you knew a nigga's story, you would get chills
 If you knew some of them secrets, you would get killed
 You ain't knowing shit real, nigga shit chill, shit chill
 You ain't knowing shit real, nigga shit chill, shit chill
 You ain't knowing shit real nigga
 Say you wanna get rich, no matter the risk
 No matter how far the trip, okay (okay let's get it)
 Say you just wanna be on, you want the Rollie froze
 You would never break the code, okay nigga
 In Campanella, tell these niggas I'm at home there
 (That's the crib nigga)
 Blood, tell these niggas I'm at home there
 (That's the motherfucking crib nigga)
 Only Joy Road nigga that's good everywhere
 One nigga, two stretch, bitch, I double dare (brrah)
 Money on the counter, chops on the floor
 Besides the holy spirit, I ain't worried 'bout a soul
 These niggas got a lot of mouth, ain't got no money though
 And tell these niggas we can beef but don't get bloody though
 (It's gon' get bloddy)
 90 days ago, I was just in prison, I got out with a vision
 And now I'm with Jay Rock and Kendrick (ain't it a blessing)
 Out in Cali tapping in with the realest
 When really I wasn't supposed to see the end of my sentence
 You ain't know it real niggas don't sit still
 If you knew a nigga's story, you would get chills
 If you knew some of them secrets, you would get killed
 You ain't knowing shit real, nigga shit chill, shit chill
 You ain't knowing shit real, nigga shit chill, shit chill
 You ain't knowing shit real nigga
 
 Eastside, BH dub, you know about us
 Get shot, or get robbed, we get dollars
 Brick of blow, flip an O, hardly sniff it though
 Two for five on a Friday, give and go
 Bitch niggas wanna come and get a taste
 They don't get it 'til they catch a red bottom to the face
 No case, young nigga shootin' shit
 Outta Delta '88 with the temporary plates
 Foreign cars but we dog 'em like Buicks
 Get to it, no talking, just do it
 With no swoosh, just killers off that kush
 Me and Grizzley on the track, we're both from the black book
 All dirt, numbers scratched off that pistol
 Selling crack viles out ya' momma back window
 Momma talking loud 'bout the shit that he into
 She ain't gotta ask every month, what that rent do
 You ain't know it real niggas don't sit still
 If you knew a nigga's story, you would get chills
 If you knew some of them secrets, you would get killed
 You ain't knowing shit real, nigga shit chill, shit chill
 You ain't knowing shit real, nigga shit chill, shit chill
 You ain't knowing shit real nigga
 Say you wanna get rich, no matter the risk
 No matter how far the trip, okay (okay let's get it)
 Say you just wanna be on, you want the Rollie froze
 You would never break the code, okay nigga
 In Campanella, tell these niggas I'm at home there
 (That's the crib nigga)
 Blood, tell these niggas I'm at home there
 (That's the motherfucking crib nigga)
 Only Joy Road nigga that's good everywhere
 One nigga, two stretch, bitch, I double dare (brrah)
 Money on the counter, chops on the floor
 Besides the holy spirit, I ain't worried 'bout a soul
 These niggas got a lot of mouth, ain't got no money though
 And tell these niggas we can beef but don't get bloody though
 (It's gon' get bloddy)
 90 days ago, I was just in prison, I got out with a vision
 And now I'm with Jay Rock and Kendrick (ain't it a blessing)
 Out in Cali tapping in with the realest
 When really I wasn't supposed to see the end of my sentence
 You ain't know it real niggas don't sit still
 If you knew a nigga's story, you would get chills
 If you knew some of them secrets, you would get killed
 You ain't knowing shit real, nigga shit chill, shit chill
 You ain't knowing shit real, nigga shit chill, shit chill
 You ain't knowing shit real nigga