[Intro Spoken]
If I've ever had money, I'd give you (Oh)
I never had 'em, but if I ever had (Oh-oh)
A 100 bucks in my pocket, I'd give you 50, right? (Oh-oh)
Understood
If you ever right *Sirens*
If you ever right, then I'm the biggest fucking mud in the history of the mafia (Oh-oh)
Pull me fast (Oh-oh)
Pull me fast (Oh-oh)
Pu-pull me fast (Oh-oh)
Pu-pu-pull me fast (Oh-oh)
Pull me fast (Oh-oh)
Pu-pull me fast (Oh-oh)
Pu-pull me fast (Oh-oh)
Pu-pu-pull me fast
[Verse 1: Papoose]
We on the I-95, gray and green, Air Max, the 95's
Joe Pesci, Robert De Nero, Casino wise guys
The hip-hop Benjamin Button ageing like fine wine
The IQ level resemblant of Albert Einstein
Barbaric warlord more beef than Five Guys
Bang you like a king from Kingston what the raasclat
Playing R&B from the 90s driving the fly ride
Jagged Edge Jodeci Boyz, The IMen and some High-5
Tryna' steal the next man life, that's how you guys shine
Bunch of wave riders, surfing during the high tide
Black Smith-n-Wesson that's off safely on my side
I just bust it, baby, that neeners givin' me flys vibes
Jealous individuals like to hate from the sidelines
My wife is more of a killer than Frankenstein's bride
Black 40-cal, she keep it next to her thigh-high
She pull it quick like the parachute calling you skydive
I got more weed than that magazine, High Times
Death to sewer rats and pussy cats with nine lives
[Hook: Papoose]
Money don't make you real (No)
Tryna' be funny don't make you real (No)
A broken old Rollie don't make you real
Talking down on your homies don't make you real (Hell, no)
Beefing on Twitter don't make you real
Saying you a real nigga don't make you real (No)
You snitched on your mans, oh, you not real
Talking tough on the 'Gram don't make you real
[Verse 2: Papoose]
You snitches become complacent
You suckas' basic above the racists
You come with hatred and run with fakeness
I come with greatness
Fuck up your faces, scuff up your braces
Your tongue get tasteless
Your blood, you're wasting on blood stains
I tuck the stainless, so cold, I need another blanket
My chick will serve you, she's such a waitress
Rush to sages with classics my stuff is ancient
You like a scarecrow, so fucking brainless
You bustas' nameless, I come from Bay Bridge
Amongst the bravest, they was my neighbors
I snuck the gauge in like Neo, my guns be blazing
Not the singer Neo, I'm talking Neo, that's from The Matrix
I'm sick with it, I'm such a patient just like Malcolm X
I read the entire dictionary a few hundred pages
I live the lyrics, I'm independent so fuck them agents
Ace of Spaces, I drunk for days, I drunk the Aces
The fastest Don of marathons, I won the race is too lazy
To tie my shoestrings, so I just tuck my laces
[Hook: Papoose]
Money on't make you real (No)
Tryna' be funny don't make you real (Nope)
A broken old Rollie don't make you real
Talking down on your homies don't make you real (Hell, no)
Beefing on Twitter don't make you real
Saying you a real nigga don't make you real (No)
You snitched on your mans, oh you not real
Talking tough on the 'Gram don't make you real
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