(damn where they at? uh them real niggas dead or in jail)

we ain't shootin outta cars that's some fuck shit

we get out and chase your ass that's that gangsta shit

we ain't arguin on the gram that's some lame shit

you a rapper you got money but you still a bitch

how the fuck is you a killer you ain't kill shit

I got niggas down the road still drillin shit

you cant talk to me bout bodies you ain't seen one

all these real niggas dead or in the pen huh

you got your lil drop spot we know where you stay

I know where your mama work and where your brother lay

the real get respected all the fake fade away

but them real niggas dead or in jail ayy

uh them real niggas dead or in jail

uh them real niggas dead or in jail

uh them real niggas dead or in jail

uh them real niggas dead or in jail

damn where they at?

uh damn where they at?

uh damn where they at?

uh damn where they at?

runnin up that money bitch I feel like Im on crack

bitch I gotta feed my mama ain't no way I goin back

I was lookin up to niggas all the while they was some rats

I was servin my own family sellin em that fuckin pack

they said the good die young so you better keep that strap

cause these niggas out here hungry and they love to double back

when you come from where I come from gotta learn to get it fast

cause this life ain't fuckin easy all the shit that we ain't had

ayy I ain't never had shit I had to go and get a bag

if you scared go to church this ain't a place to fuckin lack

got some brothers in the dirt some brothers ain't comin back

if you lookin for them boys them boys ain't comin back