Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] Bitch, long live Drakeo, long live Ketchy (Forenax, fuck it up) [Verse 1: Duffy] Be realistic, I don't really see no competition Who she think she talking to? Like obviously I'm a nigga Close that door, niggas snakes, I ain't going for it (Ron-Ron, do that shit) Move rowdy, outsmart him, Stinc Team most wanted (Shit) Be realistic, niggas bums, they ain't tryna ball Ran it back and won, nigga, any time we took a loss Wockhardt in my double cup, I keep spilling sauce I don't know nothing, bodies dropped, we was not involved Versatile, I could be a model or chalk the block Or pop a lock, where the dough? X marks the spot Cut it out, if she ain't beneficial, I'ma cut her off Bitch, give up drop right now, madе her cough it up Cold demons, evеrywhere I go, we dropping icicles Is we kidding? Broke niggas rapping science fiction Every day a movie, it ain't hard to be the most consistent A flu flamer, I be in and out with orange chicken [Chorus: Duffy & Blue Pesos] You know who really for the win, be realistic He just wanna be my friend, be realistic They don't really get no uchies, be realistic They can't do it how we do it, be realistic Nigga, shit, bitch You know who really for the win, be realistic, nigga (Shit) They can't do it how we do it, be realistic [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] You know who run the city, let's be realistic Where the wonton soup? I'm finna tear up the kitchen Is you the feds or the cops? Mind your business Drakeo was the don, bitch, tell all your children Walk up actin' stupid, I might Men in Black his memory Tear it off quick, bitch, now, literally If not, you gotta go, the sad fact's you can't sit with me I know I got this big buddah piece, I need ten of these Stincs got the sauce, ingredients, and the recipe I'lI never stop rapping 'til my neck look like Mr. T They didn't get him after that, I'ma still keep shit talking He said he was a thug, it sound good, we made a bitch out him Best advice to be my friend, be realistic I ain't even say a word, I walk in and feel the tension All these niggas holding dick, sometimes life calls for a whippets I'm a joint in my City, I ain't tucking in the trenches [Chorus: Duffy] You know who really for the win, be realistic He just wanna be my friend, be realistic They don't really get no uchies, be realistic They can't do it how we do it, be realistic, nigga, shit, bitch You know who really for the win, be realistic, nigga, yeah They can't do it how we do it, be realistic