[Intro: Daniel Son & Rome Streetz]
Fuck they know about it?
Tried to tell 'em, son
Due time, man (Uh)
Yo, aha, ayo
[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Turned my trials and tribulations into thousands (I did)
But I'm far from finished, 'bout to pull millions out it (Aha)
These niggas salty I'm winnin', fuck how they feel about it (Fuck y'all niggas)
These niggas all washed up, flabby, sick, and sour
Your mixtapes ain't sellin', ribs still touchin' (Haha)
You drop two-hundred songs a year and still nothin' (Niggas washed up)
I'm still shittin' on everything that you do, disgustin'
Givin' no fucks, my ducats up due to hustlin'
Wise guys derive from plays on the dark street (Aha)
Hand-to-hand all star, got cream out the concrete
None of you cornballs could ever compete (Fuck outta here)
Narcotics stashed clever as we sped in thе Jeep
Taking trips for the bag (Skrrt), deep in the land wherе a snake could be your man
And it's real easy to get a toe tag (Blow, blow)
Hard to slow down, I'm accustomed to makin' dough fast
Ounce, quarter, half, a whole slab
Seen six figures off the shit I cook up in the lab (I did), took a path
Others ain't fit to follow, you either eat or starve, sit in sorrow
Not promised to get tomorrow
So today I need all of my shit before I click it on you (Grrt, grrt)
Nigga
[Chorus: Daniel Son]
'Cause I'm on my shit for real
Field trips in the field, gremlins rip and steal
Hit a lick in a ho, then we quick to peel
Count so much bread, feel like this shit isn't real
But I'm on my shit for real
Field trips in the field, gremlins rip and steal
Hit a lick in a ho, then we quick to peel
Count so much bread, feel like this shit isn't real
[Verse 2: Daniel Son]
Catch a fume, beware, this not for weak lungs
Blood on SB dunks, some property, that's beachfront (Still time)
Shorty with the C-cups, her leg dip like tree trunks (Shorty)
Dropped a hunnid in the wishin' well, she pray for free bumps (Oh, lord)
The dock-cleaner, lot-stealer out the car dealer
Peace to my pallbearers, masked bandit, shot-peeler (Peace)
Burn your chest like a shot of tequila
No hospitals 'round here, just a bushdoctor-chakra-healer (Peludos)
Too much bass in your voice, speak in flat tones
Buckies scrappin' resi' out they pipe, cookin' black stones (You know those buckies)
Spend they checks until the cash gone
My girl hit the bad phone, she said she missed me, want me back on (Right back)
Northside, empty stomaches, bunch of cold meals (Northside)
My baebae, she opend up the can and smoked that (My baebae)
Made it happen for myself, that's how the hope feels
Out here makin' dope deals, I don't need a dope deal (Not at all)
[Chorus: Daniel Son]
'Cause I'm on my shit for real
Field trips in the field, gremlins rip and steal
Hit a lick in a ho, then we quick to peel
Count so much bread, feel like this shit isn't real
But I'm on my shit for real
Field trips in the field, gremlins rip and steal
Hit a lick in a ho, then we quick to peel
Count so much bread, feel like this shit isn't real
