Real Rap 1 - Dimzy, 67

Yeah man this the intro, you get me?

We outside, you get me

Free my savages, my OSG’s, my SAD’s

You get me, it’s doing time and waiting, man know

Free my nigga fucking Mental K

(Ay Tweeko mixed this you know, it sounds cold)

#60s, aight

Why you talking like foenem didn’t light up your block

Why is he talking like he’s like that and he ain’t on job

Why is she asking so much questions, is she a cop

How they giving all these platforms the rats and fucks

He was trying to send shots, we really sent some shots

I got some things that spray but I’m cool with this dogs

I had a machine so old it was older than

Had a machine so fresh it’s like it came in a box

I ain’t ever gonna stop, I’m gonna get this gwop

More money, more problems, when does it stop?

We had two 44s, and we was letting them off

They had to relocate, we used to pepper it up

Started couple businesses, now man’s leveling up

He said he don’t like the 6 cause we peppered him up

Why you tweaking on the net, you used to flooding in blood

Bro hit him so clean, I had to give him a sponge

I get very horrible when the thing don’t crud

Yeah I’m really from the trenches I got it out of the mud

I just linked up with the Gs, we talking business and funds

I got ice on my teeth like I’m freezing my gums

I know them crazy late nights, with them hammers and ramz

My man smoked him in his head, you think we give a fuck?

Niggas think they so real, but they corny as fuck

Free my niggas in the jail, they’ll be back in a bit

We dont hits way before we ever made us a hit

He got shot in his face tryna shout from the whip

Yeah I jump out gang really get out the whip

I been thinking bout life when I smoke me a spliff

I love my daughter so much she’s a wonderful kid

When will I ever stop putting pounds in zips

I’m a guest when I hear someone selling the stick

And Scrilly that’s my bro, he’s been letting it rip

We’ve been drilling up your block before drill was a thing

All I know was skills and some baggers and clings

Now I really turn my thoughts into beautiful things

He ain’t a trapper, he’s a troll, he never sold a brid

He ain’t a shooter, he’s a troll, he never owned a blick

I’m tryna be legit, but if the plug phones me and tells me

«There's some pounds», I’m selling it

I’m rapping, I was rapping with a glass of water

If you want, make a order, I got crates of water

I put diamonds in my teeth, in my mouth there’s water

My dreads are too long, I think to cut them shorter

I’m rapping, I was rapping with a glass of water

If you want, make a order, I got crates of water

I put diamonds in my teeth, in my mouth there’s water

My dreads are too long, I think to cut them shorter (All of that)