You Cant

Real niggas do real things, weak niggas stay in your lane

Fuck boy, stop talkin' bout cash, you know you ain't had

In a hood, you know you can't claim, you ain't never had bricks

You ain't never drove wips, you ain't never took flicks

With no thick bad bitch, you don't know about this real shit that I spit

Cause you never lived shit that come from your lips

Ask my strip, my hood, they know

10th ward 40 boy, St. Clair go

Alcoy Cliffview through to lake shore

If you ask about me, they'll tell you I blow

Big money, loud cush and a niggas head off

If you plottin' on my Money City Ent medallion