Real Rank

You need to shut up when I'm speakin
Any given Sunday bitch I'm fresher than the deacon
Fresher than the pastor and the preacher I be preachin
These niggas leachin
I ain't tryna do no feature
Unless you got dat cash when I meet
Cash when I greet ya
Do the dash tires screechin
All dat reachin get yo shit pushed back
Like some bleachers
Back like it's May
No Mercedes
I can't let ya play me
Drum hold a whole hundred rounds
Imma give ya eighty
Twenty left
Twenty on my left
Twenty niggas step
Self made made by myself
Dishonor after death
Stripes like a ref
I got rank I don't fuck wit clout
Say ya really bout it
Then what the fuck is the fuss about

I got real rank
Been on real missions
That lick ain't big enough
I need a mill ticket
We don't do the tough talk
We hit the kill switch
Ain't goin back and forth wit ya
Imma deal wit ya
I got real rank
Been on real missions
That lick ain't big enough
I need a mill ticket
We don't do the tough talk
We hit the kill switch
Ain't goin back and forth wit ya
Imma deal wit ya

I got real rank
Been on real missions
Real trenches
Real grown man business
Bitch I need a mill ticket
I can't sign to no label
Unless they bring it
Gettin sucked up by a singer
Middle finger
I dont care bout being famous
Fuck the fame
Gotta know how to maneuver
Through this dirty game
It's a lotta sucker shit
And lotta niggas lame
They say its all in the game
That's why I'm playin like I want a ring

I got real rank
Been on real missions
That lick ain't big enough
I need a mill ticket
We don't do the tough talk
We hit the kill switch
Ain't goin back and forth wit ya
Imma deal wit ya
I got real rank
Been on real missions
That lick ain't big enough
I need a mill ticket
We don't do the tough talk
We hit the kill switch
Ain't goin back and forth wit ya
Imma deal wit ya