On The Real 10 Yr Retwist

Like an AK 47 dumping whole clips

I let it rain to hit the game up with the dopest

So many broken dreams, among the fiends, have left us hopeless

But I don't lie and ain't got shit to hide from no bitch

From the first round and up until they call quits

I put it down with firme sound, ese it's all sick

Now round for round and pound for pound, they bound to fall quick

This for my homies still around, not those who ball shit

Pride in my town I ride around, she be my one and only

Those underground left tears and frowns and left me feeling lonely

Son of a gun up where I'm from either run up or blow me

Life on the run just having fun we creep wit solid homies