We to Real - Trae Tha Truth, Dyno, AB

Texas style nigga feel that mayn, it’s going down down here mayn

Pulling out everything mayn, chrome nigga

On the cool, I know a lot of niggas hating us

But we too real, to let a nigga come and fuck with us

On the cool, I know a lot of niggas hating us

Fucking with Slow Loud And Bangin, and you’ll be in the dust

It’s a known fact I got a mouthpiece contaminated, niggas hate it knowing they

can’t fade it

Innovated by most of the real niggas on these streets, so we gon make it

You taking it oh no never, too clever and I got em in debter

Your t-shirt is finna get wetter, on the mic it don’t get no better

For Screw I’m finna mash the gas, passing niggas up moving slow

Nigga don’t know I can’t take no mo', running up on me you finna hit the flo'

From Trae to Lil B, J-A-T, Dougie D and AB and Jay’Ton

Be street niggas with a heart, you should of heard of me from the start

But my time coming up, better peep my game and learn something

Before your body’s we be dumping, that’s on my life and I ain’t bumping

On blue over grey swanger on 4's, running over foes

Letting out ten shots with a calico, just so a nigga don’t want no mo'

Southside Texas forever, representative in they face

Paper chasing on a steady pace, so block bleeding is my case

And I’m gon smash that, trying to get my last stack

And if you live that, nigga you gon feel that black

Man you niggas, don’t even understand

Fucking with us, have a scientific plan

Don’t hate the playa, hate the motherfucking game

You niggas mad, cause you can’t do the same

We work hard, for the things that we do

Niggas unlike you, we steady paying our dues

We creeping and crawling, your city getting riches

Posters and cards, and money over bitches

I’m a nigga that struggle and hustle, my pockets must gain a muscle

These bitch ass niggas I tussle, and then break em up like a puzzle

They bubble up and then bust, steady put they ass in a hearse

I’m a young ass nigga that’s cursed, with the life of a thug walking on turf

Lord have mercy these niggas gon bleed, cause Lil B gon give em what they need

S-L-A to the motherfucking B, we gon ride out till we D-I-E

Do you see you gon get ranned over, fucking around with a Southside S.L.A.B.

soldier

We the realest and I done already told ya, stealing the name when you know that

we colder

Yes the rap game we gon take over, ready to go just like a V-12 motor

Like a flip phone we might just fold ya, last one standing now nigga who’s

bolder

And colder in the game what’s the name, you better peep that nigga Slow Loud

And Bangin

Won’t ever change cause we hog the lane, running through all tracks still

gripping the grain

Niggas hate to see me turning on they corner, blowing marijuana

Paint red California, now candy green iguana

Valeted at Daytona, it be screens in my shutter

Smushing butter kush, and sipping drank out a funnel

Riding glass on a Caddy, deuce-deuces on a Navi

Honk my horn watching porn, and see which ethnic I’ll snatch me

Half black and Puerto-pachi, hoes be on my balls

Soft X in they life, just to tighten they jaws

Silent beam on the Glock, making all punks pause

P-A Benz with no top, got em saying aw naw

S dot W dot, gorilla nigga all out

To kill a nigga, spit a verse and peel a nigga