Forreal - HoodRich Pablo Juan, Drug Rixh Peso

Serve a brick with my Ballys on

Got a AP and a Rollie on

I got rich off of drugs, did it on my own

Put my passion from the streets in the microphone

Nigga, this real life

This just ain’t no song

Paranoid, every seven days, I switch my phone

Know some niggas that ain’t never fucking coming home

All praise be to Allah, I made it this long

All it take is one slip-up

Gotta make the right decisions

Learned from the dead homies

Gotta move with precision

Never been a dummy

Read up on two different religions

I got eyes in the back of my head

I never let a nigga catch me slipping

Society say I’m a menace

Fuck a job, nigga, I’m trying to get richness

Dope hole nigga, trapping in the trenches

My niggas will kill you, they find out you snitching

Crossed the club and niggas out there with bitches

Still got a hundred real niggas with it

Got some niggas hating me, won’t admit it

Fuck them pussies, I’ma fuck on their bitches

Never had nothing, I’m happy for my critics

That just means you see how I’m living

Brought all my brothers with me from the trenches

My bitch, she act like a princess

Still got a cup of real nigga left

Still got some niggas gotta get dealt

Money bandana

Money, power, and respect

Serve a brick with my Ballys on

Got a AP and a Rollie on

I got rich off of drugs, did it on my own

Put my passion from the streets in the microphone

Nigga, this real life

This just ain’t no song

Paranoid, every seven days, I switch my phone

Know some niggas that ain’t never fucking coming home

All praise be to Allah, I made it this long

I stayed down, so the AP and the Rollie on me

All praise to Allah, that’s the big homie

Trapping and juuging, I’m known for that code

Hit it, we like the

On 1'5, slamming these pussies for riches

Ain’t no way that none of my niggas switching

MONY POWR RSPT, know the Feds tryna blame us

I know that they had it, my diamonds to blame

I’m in the trenches, ain’t no tucking my chain

I started with nicks, now I’m holding things

So my bad bitch call my hoe names

Serve a nigga with the unknown name

Switching phones up, other shit on my wrist

On 1'5, I’ve been cooking up the bricks

From what the streets say, don’t snitch

I got this Rollie on my wrist from the 'mix

DrugRixh living lavish, nigga, fuck a bitch

Keep a stick on me when I serve the bricks

On Percocets and Xans, playas know that shit

Serving the bricks, nigga, watch out for Vics

We did it on our own, MONY POWR RSPT shit

Real life trapper, no counterfeit

Free all my niggas that’s banging that murder shit

And thankful for God for keeping me safe with that 30 clip

Serve a brick with my Ballys on

Got a AP and a Rollie on

I got rich off of drugs, did it on my own

Put my passion from the streets in the microphone

Nigga, this real life

This just ain’t no song

Paranoid, every seven days, I switch my phone

Know some niggas that ain’t never fucking coming home

All praise be to Allah, I made it this long