"Outro (Real)" lyrics

Tired of motherfuckers steady asking for shit but don't pull through when I need em
That type of shit make me wanna sleeze em
Everytime I'm up grab my dawg and I feed em
Take care of your peoples you need em
When the fame start coming the love turn fake they don't think I see but I see em
Look up to my idols I don't want to be them I'm me
I used to play ball in the street
How I start playing ball with a heat
Seen death at a young ass age but that don't make me a G
Threw my brudda a 10 when I got it in no reason just off GP
Took my niggas right out of the trenches
We mobbin' right on venice beach

Seem like the good I do don't matter it's cool my heart on a lease
When this shit run out it's over
Imma do this shit for me
Might cop me a Trackhawk Jeep
But I dream about AMGs
On my knees thanking God that I got sense he gone give me everything that I need

I know that he got me
I'm sorry I been taking roxys
They see all this paper they wanna be me I ain't easy to copy
Nostalgic I'm thinking bout me and my brudda getting high in the lobby
Green light all I'm knowing is go I don't came so far it ain't shit that can stop me

Smoking dojer to ease my stress motherfuckers been pissing me off
Blow a bag on a bad ass bitch here baby come look what I bought
Me and 4 inna H out bippin' on Main sipping qua gettin' off
It's niggas out here chasin' bitches instead of the paper these niggas be lost

A band on Amiri
I need a bitch like Siri
No seal on the drank I'm eerie
No wheel asked God to steer me
It's hate in my circle I'm weary
Lost Leek and my eyes got teary
I'm rapping just hoping they hear me
For real