[Intro]
Let the band play

[Verse 1]
Rap game ain't ready for a n***a like me 'cause this shit no cap, no sun visor
Yeah, I been gettin money, got a whole lot of everything and you know it's Paper Route Business
Know I got a whole lot of n***as in they feelings
Been shittin' on n***as, I'm filthy rich
Got a knife on my neck 'cause I'm killin' shit
So hot, I'll make you run up out the building, bitch
Yeah, I set the trends, I make the young n***as go get it in
I could fall back for a while just to show you lil' n***as that you can't beat me to the end
I'm way too fire, you shouldn't even begin
Yeah, I took a lot of L's just to win
Thank God I been smooth like wind
All my n***as in the feds or the pen'
Hide some this shit down the road for my dawgs any time that I can like, "I got you, my friend"
I feel the pain that you're feelin', my n***a, this shit hurt me too like I'm all in your skin
I used the means just to get out the streets, but the streets is what paid me and made me a man
Most of you n***as ain't shit without money, I’ll blow all this shit and start over again
I had to do this shit solo, solo
I ran up thirty and bought me a Rollo
Rollie, this bitch don't take heat, rollin'
I had to come from the bottom, stay focused
I told my bitches I don't need emotion
I was gettin' load after load, I was loaded
You n***as sit around n***as with money
Then 'rap bout this shit, man, you n***as be posin'
[Chorus]
Is this young n***a for real? (Yeah)
Do he got digits for real? (Yeah)
I had to get it for real (For real, for real)
You n***as rap what I live (For real, for real)
Is this young n***a for real? (Yeah)
Do he got digits for real? (Yeah)
I had to get it for real
You n***as rap what I live

[Verse 2]
Even my haters know I got big racks
Pussy said different and I never gave his bitch back
All my opps know shots get sent back
Yeah, I'm real cool, but I still can get with that
Mindin' my business, long money what I'm gettin at, yeah
Eatin' real good, pockets gettin' fat, yeah
N***as rap deal, I done spent that, yeah
Broke ass n***as, go fix that, yeah

[Chorus]
Damn, this young n***a for real (For real?)
And he got digits for real (For real?)
I had to get it for real (Yeah)
You n***as rap while I live (Yeah)
Damn this young n***a for real (For real, for real)
And he got digits for real (For real, for real)
I had to get it for real (Yeah)
You n***as rap while I live (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
For real, for real, for real, for real, for real, haha
For real, for real, for real, for real, for real, yeah
For real, for real, for real, for real, for real, haha
For real, for real, for real, this shit for real, my n***a