[Intro]
I wanna thank y'all for coming out tonight
This is some real shit
Hahahah
[Verse 1]
First thing’s first, when a nigga money ain't right, that makes things worse
Now he's just breathing, he can bairly manage
He’s way past starving, he really famished
Right hand man is up north, that's hurting him
His cellphone 'bout to cut off, Sprint jerking him
And his baby mom starting to do her thing again
She left him for a nigga pumping E up in Bangleton
If his money is right, then maybe he could diss her
But he can't, them niggas breaking his lil sister
His pops just passed, his mom used to be an ocasional sniffer, then she started fucking with the glass
Dude used to be a star back then, he had the Benz
He held something, but he just turned his car back in
Mad karots, pauned all his rings, took the stand, next thing I know, Money pawned all his bling
Now he just like everybody, with the same old plans that can't get over the hump with the same old grams
They was on the block, making fun of him
He slid off, came back with his hammer, and killed every one of them
[Chorus]
'Cause when I come through, clear it out
Play the sideline, and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through, clear it out
Play the sideline, and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through, clear it out
Play the sideline, and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through, clear it out
Play the sideline, and observe how a real nigga air it out
[Verse 2]
[?] I go man to man
I know niggas with an asshole full of [?] go hand and hand
Fuck hot, that's humidity
And you can't mix money with stupidity
Even though I get my coke from Columbia
My cars from Germany
And my gun from Sissily
Nothing personal, but I was raised different
Hold my joints sideways, so I blaze different
Give it to anybody, fuck an age difference
From niggas in the world, to those in the cage [?]
Rub the kite on your chest, and swallow the stamp
End of the day, they still wanna follow the champ
It ain’t about being lyrical, ’cause when I get in the booth, I make mearicals, and I ain't spiritual
But I’m in tune with the hood, so I'm better than you
And when you see me coming, you know what it's better to do
[Chorus]
'Cause when I come through, clear it out
Play the sideline, and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through, clear it out
Play the sideline, and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through, clear it out
Play the sideline, and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through, clear it out
Play the sideline, and observe how a real nigga air it out
[Verse 3]
Can’t lie, all I got is my balls and my vocals
And the only security I brought with is my social
Don't look decent, it's like niggas left they crew in the hood, [?]
Had it up to here with this fake shit
They don't even want a nigga to earn his, just give and take shit
Just make sure you mention my name in the top brakets
Make sure they mention your name as the top faggot
Trust me, this go around, I will not have it
Put niggas' heads to bed like [?]
How you think your man died?
More money than respect, and it wasn't close, it was a landslide
Listen, my nigga
Your work is sloppy
And I don't love them hoes, but the purple got me
If I don't do it with music, I'ma do it with poppy
Just play the sideline, and observe and watch me
Let's go
[Chorus]
'Cause when I come through, clear it out
Play the sideline, and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through, clear it out
Play the sideline, and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through, clear it out
Play the sideline, and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through, clear it out
Play the sideline, and observe how a real nigga air it out
