Real Ones

And this one for them real niggas, who get that money,

The same ones who stay down with me when I was broke and I was bumming,

I put my foot out on the track ever since then I've been running shit,

They say Vae just gon' and spit that shit, gon' make some money,

I put a lot of pain into this shit, y'all really want it,

I really thought her love was genuine she ride like a pony,

I Parked a car in Texas, ballin' like I played for the Spurs

I told Richie that we rich and now we fly just like a bird,

These bitches always flock together they be something like some birds,

Me and my dawgs, we like alpacas, we ain't gon' never leave the herd,

Somehow I'm born into this life, but it start feelin' like I'm cursed