He ain't no real one clearly, certified stones clearly Big checks keep on clearin', loud, we hard of hearin' Pounds just keep appearin', then start disappearin' (Trauma Tone) She love my appearance, I got loads on clearance They gon' drive a distance, just to come and get 'em CDL drive-by, unload 'em on Palace Every day a nigga make 80K average Growin these veggies, I'm servin' this salad All of my bitches got faces and wagons Certified stones, shine and blingy Clientele callin', my phone keep ringin' Gang shit, nigga free Blitz and Demon Street nigga still take a brick for a feature Pour a whole ten in that Pino's bottle I can pay a lil' bitch rent off, often I be havin' bags that is rental for travelin' I can make ends at casinos, gamblin' He ain't no real, he can look at my stats for intelligent trap nigga If you can't get captured, all my bitches Rather run weed, all my nigga steppin' indeed Fuckin' with the planty, I see him on my team Ice-cox shot at a GLE Hallucinating off this DMT Do not play, nigga, DNP Catchin' these jugs at GLC Everybody eat, I feed my team He ain't no real one clearly, certified stones clearly Big checks keep on clearin', loud we hard of hearin' Pouses keep appearin', then start disappearin' She love my appearance, I got loads on clearance They gon' drive a distance, just to come and get 'em