Really I Lyrics

This that summer jam

I'm the fucking man

Grab a pen an paper

drawing up a plan

Really I been getting bands

Really I been on the move

Really pistol in my pants

Really I didn't finish school

An I don't even know how to lose

Got my feet up in the coup

Fuck your rules I'm a monster

In the jungle with the wolves

With the lions and the tigers

Ima certified rider

In my hood we some killers

Glorified and United

Yeah a plug with a title

I'm mother fucking boss

Sold my fucking soul

Just the pay the fucking cost

Hop up on that cross

Might as well I'm a God

Well I'm light years ahead of you

And carrying the bar

Truthfully told

I should be dead in a hole

Been gambling with life

And I'm four and O

You can spot me in a foreign

With like three or four hoes

Couple dollars rolled

Blowing several bands up our nose

I been scooting with a pole

Come and get it for the low

Fuck a knock got my mask

And I'm kicking in the door

Everybody know be aware of tyedup

When you home

Might just sneak up in ya house

An rap it out in a song

See these streets Vietnam

Why my gun always drawn

See the line in my territory

One you don't cross

See the bind That I'll put you in

If you don't Pay it off

Steady ducking the law

I'm never dropping the ball

This that summer jam

I'm the fucking man

Grab a pen an paper

drawing up a plan

Really I been getting bands

Really I been on the move

Really pistol in my pants

Really I didn't finish school

An I don't even know how to lose

Got my feet up in the coup

Fuck your rules I'm a monster

In the jungle with the wolves

With the lions and the tigers

Ima certified rider

In my hood we some killers

Glorified and United

Got this shorty ridding with me

I ain't dropping her off

she'll be watching my back

Because we both want it all

And I swear that I can sense you from a mile away

Oh babe just wanna know if your here to stay

These dudes wanna rap now

But they turning rats now

Even with a butter knife I'll never back down

I'm the silent type not a poser in the back ground

Till I circle back round right as your guard down

30 in this clip

Graduated in the battle grounds

Zone on the map covering the whole city now

Ass in my lap in my face with her titties out

Know she only with me cause the numbers in my PayPal

Shit is getting risky

Got multiple bank accounts

First buy a quarter multiply it

An cop and ounce

First business front was my mommas house

Probably breaks her heart that I'm that I'm thug in now

Chill I ain't bugging out

This that summer jam

I'm the fucking man

Grab a pen an paper

drawing up a plan

Really I been getting bands

Really I been on the move

Really pistol in my pants

Really I didn't finish school

An I don't even know how to lose

Got my feet up in the coup

Fuck your rules I'm a monster

In the jungle with the wolves

With the lions and the tigers

Ima certified rider

In my hood we some killers

Glorified and United

Zoom in in the coup like an alien space ship

Take a hit of this

I been smoking on the dank shit

When the bass hit

Got me lit yelling gang shit

Maybe it's a sign that I really am a king pin

The killers that I roll with

Are uglier then cavemen

Grew up in the basement

With nothing but a dog bed

All of them are all in

A pistol in both hands

Aiming to the top

Got the wanted sign posted

This that summer jam

I'm the fucking man

Grab a pen an paper

drawing up a plan

Really I been getting bands

Really I been on the move

Really pistol in my pants

Really I didn't finish school

An I don't even know how to lose

Got my feet up in the coup

Fuck your rules I'm a monster

In the jungle with the wolves

With the lions and the tigers

Ima certified rider

In my hood we some killers

Glorified and United