is a music that is all beat
real talk put yo life in the rhyme
from a scene where they put beams on your back
you either sell packs or you either sell raps
sixteen years old spittin' sixteens in the trap
come make half a mill wait for that rap deal
can't wait that long nigga
make their bed they gotta lie in it
put a lot in the plot puttin' time in it
who's that peepin in my window
got me peekin out my window every five minutes
trynna make six figures started off as five digits
what you sayin'? what you playin' it for?
where you trynna hang out yo we hang at the store
niggas playin' the law till they lay in the morgue
ghetto dmf where they ask where the work at
eastside strip clup ghetto bitches twerk at
don't sleep you might catch a dirt nap
real talk put yo life in the rhyme
off record off the hook and shit
i still rep it ain't nothin'
inner city still betray dave ruffin
say somethin' we stay dumpin'
any place they hear the bass we keep the place jumpin'
yeah the city where they got the hot gun ray
911 calls but the cops come late
but now we recording while fans waitin'
came from bus stations recording in mom's basement
didn't have a dime and couldn't go buy a nathan
now i only spend my time with dime faces
real talk put yo life in the rhyme