R-Mean, Berner and Chris Webby - Real Shit

Yeah
This some mob shit
Yeah, from the Bay Area to LA
You already know what time it is
(That boy stingy)

They want that old shit, I been the same this whole time (this whole time)
I can't lie, I'm really missing '09 (in the trap)
Playing with the coke price
They ain't got no stripes (no stripes)
My diamonds get to dancing in the low light
Yeah, you buy a bag still
I grow mine (I grow mine)
My backyard is a goldmine
That fuckshit irrelevant
Crime is adrenaline
I still get busy handle mine like a gentleman
Louis V Letterman
Gone off the sticky bun (sticky bun)
You got cash, baby, give me some I'm still hungry
Yeah, I want it more than anyone (than anyone)
R-Mean let me know when the Henny come (where the Henny at?)
I got a thick bitch, bust it open, baby
All the Covid shit been fucking with my mind lately
I'm on the grind non-stop (non-stop)
If they growing what I'm growing, I'ma buy the whole lot

This that real shit
Big bag, crack a seal shit
Independent, yeah, I got my own deal shit
If I get a bag I'ma move it real quick
This that real shit, baby
This that real shit

This that real shit
Big bag, crack a seal shit
Independent, yeah, I got my own deal shit
If I get a bag I'ma move it real quick
This that real shit, baby
This that real shit

This that real shit
Movements we gon' build quick
This that R-Dash and Bern
Iron sharpen iron
Stainless steel shit
I be up at Cookies Melrose in some teal drip (Cookies)
With these diamonds that be blinding, have you on some braille shit
Paid my dues and showed you real grit
Shouts to B-Real for no fucking reason 'cept for being real, shit (big facts)
It's hard to keep up, I be smoking on my own pace
Bern, I got the Henny, Nas just send us a whole case (Henny)
Salute the God
Ya'll be throwing them sevens
I'm blessed to be in the presence of these legends soaking up lessons
I'm respected by some GOATs (GOATs)
Fuck whoever hates
Opinions of some strangers?
Fuck outta my face (fuck outta here)
I don't deal with losers
Only build with bosses (boss)
Got some steal grip shooters
That don't feel shit
Cautious (cautious)
I salute my brothers real quick
Bern, I appreciate this opportunity and that's some real shit

This that real shit
Big bag, crack a seal shit
Independent, yeah, I got my own deal shit
If I get a bag I'ma move it real quick
This that real shit, baby
This that real shit

This that real shit
Big bag, crack a seal shit
Independent, yeah, I got my own deal shit
If I get a bag I'ma move it real quick
This that real shit, baby
This that real shit

Yeah, this sound like early 2000s, like I'm ridin' to Cam (killa)
Purple Haze on replay, gettin' high in the van
Back when me and the homies would throw down five on a gram
Long before dispensaries controlled supply and demand
Yeah them simpler times, wish I could hit the rewind
In that VHS machine that live in my mind
Back when getting signed was the biggest dream that we had
Now I'm signed to myself and I can see that they mad
I get the bag, yeah, that Scrooge McDuck dough
Excuse the gusto
My dude I'm just so (yeah yeah), happy that I made it
Mama look at ya son go
Watch the fans singing every word in the front row (true)
Just here with a blunt rolled and thinking 'bout life (life)
And that real shit the only shit I ever write (real shit)
So just hit me when you cooking R
Berner bring that Cookie jar
And we gone show 'em how we took it far
Real shit (Webby)

Written by:
Gilbert Milam Jr., Christian Webster, Armin Hariri

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