Real Shit J. Stone (Ft. Mozzy & YFN Lucci)

[Intro: YFN Lucci]
Uh, uh, uh-uh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Gold Patek
Both wrists flooded, shit soaking wet, huh
Yeah, sippin' on muddy, that boy there a mess, yeah
Big Glock 40, shit gon' make a mess, yeah
See I was taught the bigger the risk, the bigger the check, huh, real spit
Out in Cali with Nip on the way, that boy say real shit
Tired of putting my people to rest, real shit
I don't know how the hell people do that (Uh)

[Verse 1: J. Stone]
Every ending is a new beginning (Yeah)
Not to mention I was on the block with Nipsey (On the block)
Piss poor, nigga, I ain't have a pot to piss in (That's facts)
Jumpin' out on niggas, hoppin' the Dodge with pistols
Bow my head, I just pray that God forgive 'em (Lord forgive 'em)
Last night, I just had to off a nigga (Off a nigga)
Fuck your record deal, fuck your offer, nigga (Fuck your offer, nigga)
The smallest nigga, always fought the tallest niggas (Stayed down)
We grew up without a father, nigga (That's true)
Plus I grew up without a mama, nigga (Rest in peace)
Got shot, so I kept a revolver, nigga (Yeah)
And I got aim, so don't be a target, nigga