Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah If you don't mind, we gon' get into the real tonight Real lyrics, real music Just sit back and relax, ya feel? Yeah I was made in Chicago Clothes made in Italy Did some real shit Real niggas gon remember me Pour a little liquor for deceased niggas memories Even in death, my niggas wouldn't want sympathy Who my enemies? Poverty and brokeness What's my pet peeve? Niggas with no focus I'm getting rich, my nigga Oh, you should quote this Let the money talk Loud niggas be on broke shit Better yet that hoe shit I just want some gold on me And yeah I splurge cause poverty took a toll on me I gave my word, I would never sell my soul homie I'm on a cell, talking business with some hoes on me They wanna see me in a cell, prison clothes on me Or farewell in a casket, that's closed on me I fared well with a back against the wall Ready to brawl, never to fall Give me this moment, no promise tomorrow I'm trying to understand where my life is going Trying to understand why this world ain't showing Love to a black man when he still growing Walking on my way to the money, don't blow it Yeah I'm on this road alone I'm on this road alone Yeah, yeah My niggas in jail My women on poles, yeah Room full of whores These women exposed, yeah All of this sinning, my living exposed, yeah Multiple diamonds that cover the gold, yeah United we stand. I die as a man Divided we fall. Drunk on a flight to Japan Talking drip? Then it's cool I'm as fly as a fan (Uh huh) Going up boy, I can touch the sky if I can, yeah Five chains choking me (Five) Five thangs notice me (Five) Homie, I ain't gotta talk I smile and they know it's me They say I calmed down a lil bit Well, that's the older me (I did) Act like I never even knew her That's the cold in me (Whew) Tell me where my life going All these rocks in this chain Look like I got lights glowing At night, see the lights showing Taking risks in this life, we call that dice throwing Only going up, that'll show you where my life going I'm trying to understand where my life is going Trying to understand why this world ain't showing Love to a black man when he still growing Walking on my way to the money, don't blow it (SP The Ghost!) Yeah I'm on this road alone (D Scott. What up! I'm on a road) I'm on this road alone I'm on this road alone I'm a rolling stone I'm a dog that is owed the bone I got nowhere to roam But I still keep a phone in the zone And I got a rifle and a drone (What up) I can catch you when you all alone Four in your body, 'nother four in your dome (Yeah) I could've ordered Capone, I'm that G That's a fact, B (That's a fact) From NY to Chi-Town Play the backseat (I'm in the back) Crazy like DeNiro, when he played in "Taxi" (Crazy) Wavy like my nigga, yeah Shout to Max B (What up Max) I be maxing out. Air Maxes out (I see you) But I no longer dash, when the task is out (Uh huh) Just hop in the Porsche for the fastest route Yeah, go to get the gas, 'fore the gas is out I'm on the road alone (I'm on the road) Got the nine with me, so really have a road alone, Ghost!