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[Intro] Yeah Real Rx Yeah [Verse] I walked in this bitch booted out my mind Big-ass stick extend out my side Auntie hit the work, she said, "Oh my God" Glock made 'em say woah like Black Rob My dad was black, sold crack, and robbed That's the only thing I know about the nigga It's on you how we go about it, nigga Up the stick and shoot the throat out a nigga I'm smoking a blunt with Lucifer, nigga I don't wanna talk, I'm shootin' a nigga Rob you smooth out your crucifix, nigga I ain't gonna lie, nigga, I need my meds Dark thoughts I still see in my head Clutch the glick while I'm sleepin' to bed My bitch mad at me once again This the third time the barrel hit her head My teacher thought I was special ed Now my car cost more than that bitch car I make more monеy than that bitch whole job I fuck around and employ her wholе job I was fresh as fuck when I went to school, that's why I got F's on my report card Auntie can't talk good, she got lock jaw Skip school, played the block to get the rock off I count money to get my rocks off They say Papi move like a mob boss I'm John Gotti, get a nigga whacked At the steak house, you'll get knocked off I sold heroin to buy jeans Popped shit and copped white ones Dirty east side nigga came from 'nun Got that bag, bitch I'ma stunt Glick cradlin' by my arm, this bitch look like my newborn son Big ass Cuban hold my charm We got more sticks than Saddam Up the glick and pistol whip your mom This shit'll get uglier than Lebron These niggas talk tough like King Von, till they end up like King Von These niggas washed up like Trick Daddy These niggas is junkies, DMX Glick on the bike, this a BMX On the interstate, feel like BMF I never let a pussy nigga see me sweat I walk in this bitch like Keith Sweat Big ass chain dangle from my neck Your bitch broke her neck to look at my neck She looked at my neck, wanted to give me neck She gave me neck and then it broke her neck It's a hundred rounds in this fuckin' drum and I shoot this bitch till it's nothing left Drake beatbox like Doug E. Fresh In the kitchen I'm the American Chef Poetic with the Glock, Mos Def I'm in the kitchen with all white like the Pope I beat the shit out the boy like the Pope Backslap the girl like the Pope I ain't have a job, I sold dope I like Cuban links, not gold ropes They say Papi walk in this bitch and do the most 556 made 'em hit the folks Oh shit it's Pap, there he go Bitch blink too long, then I'm gone I'm doin' 120 in a 50 zone Trunk full of white like Post Malone I'm drunker than a bitch like Post Malone Tat my face like Post Malone Bitch I'm stoned like Post Malone Put a bitch in a trunk like Haitian [?] These niggas gay just like Tupac Niggas fake gangstas like Tupac These niggas act gooder than Tupac You can't be mad cause I'm who you not I really stuff bands inside a shoebox I really spun blocks tryna shoot opps I teach you how to cook and [?] I beat the pot till it got a speed [?] These niggas washed up like Reeboks They ain't got the same kind of guns we got This shit gonna get uglier than [?] My auntie tried to sell me a pair of FILA's She told me, "Papi, just break me off a dime" Auntie do unbelievable shit all the time For 3 months she been waitin' on SSI And every different month she come up with a different lie She always catch me when I'm high out my mind With a bullshit story and I let her slide I walk in my bitch house dead fly She all like my chicken country fried Mashed potatoes, mac cheese on the side When I'm done eatin' get between your thighs You gotta tell me when it's something on your mind I'm a trap nigga, I can't read your mind Pop a perc, too much on my mind Crack a pint then pour a line Up the stick, its Columbine Hit you and him, y'all both combined Walk in this bitch with one in the head Glock go off, hit one in your dreads I did what I did and it is what it is Wish I could rewind time to do it again