Lyrics:
Real Book Pop

rats that want chips For the stick-up kids creepin' with they pump's ripped For lil' shorty with his rhyme books Black girls going to school, carryin' like 9 books

real Most y'all killers ain't even twenty-two years old Ain't never felt the cold wet behind the ears Know what real pain is, cried real tears I go

the mic since day one Never took the time to explain myself But keepin' it real is somethin' I can't help I know some real women, I know some real hoes

that Buggy eye seven come out? shit, took the six back Switch the double r, the double r's are, gotta get that You see how we play, pop cris' on the

feel like they're tourin blocks You know it ain't too hard to tell That every member of my street team ain't too far from jail And if he down then his book

atheist believing in Christ Never havin' slash, been stackin' slash Reliable, viable, worth more than cash Street sense slash Book sense slash Young kid slash Wit six figs slash Ballerific slash, real

already got scooped up Indicted, word, I'm bird eye viewing it right now Out there out the motherfucking window) You got the strong scoopers out there? (Word, five book

not clocking Not in the crib throwing 'round pots and Nice girl, that's clean, that was raised to cook Be on the couch chilling, shorts on, reading a book

fume at 11 [Chorus x2: Leatha Face - Shaolin Soldiers] We shell shocked, we burn hotter than a meltin pot Your skeleton drop, as your cells start to pop