[Intro: OT The Real]
Uh huh, on the real
Payne, what up?
[Verse 1: OT The Real]
Some of my friends gettin' released lookin' for home plans
The case worker's contemplatin' grabbin' his own grams
The smart youngins play the (?) and let they (?)
No one's gon' catch you if you fall, you a grown man
The cops wildin', the block's tryin' to throw shit at 'em
It's more brutal, there's more funerals, more (?)
Remember days the guards would search us every quarter after
In the cell I'd hold the button tryin' to flush the toilet faster
They say you gotta stay down in order to come up
You (?) too much, they gon' melt in the summer
But when you gettin' it and it booms is when you get the cut up
But when they get you in that room, don't forget to shut up
Swervin', servin' through the city still
Cops more aggressive, don't move ya hands from that steerin' wheel
One man's here for that money, one man's here to kill
Either caliber or the cuffs, you gon' feel the steel
Heaven, hell, all I know's I hit him, and his weapons fell
I know dudes with life who didn't do it, but they never tell
Minimum date on his status sheet just got the letter L
Tryin' to see fettuccini without seein' federals
Still play the (?) like a saxophone
Out there you gon' need the ratchets on without no scratches on
If bro ain't answerin' his phone then somethin' happen to him
Payne, I'm just tryin' to keep this traffic flowin'
Uh huh, on the real
Payne, what up?
[Verse 1: OT The Real]
Some of my friends gettin' released lookin' for home plans
The case worker's contemplatin' grabbin' his own grams
The smart youngins play the (?) and let they (?)
No one's gon' catch you if you fall, you a grown man
The cops wildin', the block's tryin' to throw shit at 'em
It's more brutal, there's more funerals, more (?)
Remember days the guards would search us every quarter after
In the cell I'd hold the button tryin' to flush the toilet faster
They say you gotta stay down in order to come up
You (?) too much, they gon' melt in the summer
But when you gettin' it and it booms is when you get the cut up
But when they get you in that room, don't forget to shut up
Swervin', servin' through the city still
Cops more aggressive, don't move ya hands from that steerin' wheel
One man's here for that money, one man's here to kill
Either caliber or the cuffs, you gon' feel the steel
Heaven, hell, all I know's I hit him, and his weapons fell
I know dudes with life who didn't do it, but they never tell
Minimum date on his status sheet just got the letter L
Tryin' to see fettuccini without seein' federals
Still play the (?) like a saxophone
Out there you gon' need the ratchets on without no scratches on
If bro ain't answerin' his phone then somethin' happen to him
Payne, I'm just tryin' to keep this traffic flowin'
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