What Are They Yelling

Who you know Real as me
Who you know grind like me
Who you know put the plans together bring em to the table so we all can eat
I come from the V dot A
Tell them suckers watch what they say
All of us start running these hundreds up
These haters getting outta our way
Ima keep laying ground work
Step back watch pay off
In my lane watch me takeoff
I ain't never have to wait to play ball
Let em know we in here
Take the back seat for nobody
Duck a fade from Nobody
Never used that pistol got no bodies
Zoo bound
You was school bound
I ain't knocking the book life
But it look good and don't cook right
See its something teacher couldn't teach me
Something preachers couldn't reach me
Streets felt like home for me
I got it wit my brothers no homies
Feeling fresh with designer cologne on me
YEAH

The killas and dealers all salute me
Cuz they know I'm the one absolutely
Hit the stage and they crazy
I give 100 that's why they pay me
I come making a way
Treat the music like the dope game
I just be making a play
Take it all and give them no change
It's big body what you know about him
Ain't pressed or punk'd so don't press ya luck
Shirt or cup that double up
I give you game you gotta soak it up
You must dumb or stupid or you like broke
You'll never shine like his light broke
His little run ain't last long
He's a different guy when the cash gone
I'm 100 all around solid
Build the team hit auto pilot
Never heard of plan B
That's why I got 3 kings
I don't believe in safety's
And the money starting to chase me
Booking calendar crazy
And Virginia could never replace me



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Martin
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