The Real Is Back

I heard a nigga say the other day
He said shy glizzy fell off (haha)
I couldn’t do nothin’ but laugh at that shit
Nigga you must not know
It’s Yung Jef, the muhfuckin’ best
Like my NY bitch say
Is You Dumb?
They like come on glizzy where you been, we need that real shit back
I been cooking up, I’m almost finished, they like I figured that
Stay out these niggas way, cause they be hating, do you riddle that
As-salamu alaykum nah uh baby we don’t piggyback
Niggas be acting funny, but they could play if they want to
Cause I got plenty money, and I got plenty guns too
Hk with the silencer, put that bitch down your tonsils
Let a nigga wild out like nick cannon, see what these drums do
Come through in that drop top, my young niggas got them beams
My Jamaican thot got wap wap, told her call up Skillibeng
And I heard that was your bitch, so I made her get down on her knees
Said I’m a handsome little black boy but my eyes look Japanese
I never seen a dollar, when a nigga got back on his feet
These niggas ain’t trustworthy, they can’t ride in my back seat
I just came off a vaca, yeah St Regis on a beach
And before I pack my tooth brush, bitch I gotta pack my heat
I’m the king of DC baby bow down kiss my feet
I be in Miami ballin more than the fucking heat
Ever since they took Loc and 30, I don’t get no sleep
Bitch they call me Jefe Curry, I don’t miss a beat
They like come on glizzy where you been, we need that real shit back
I been cooking up, I’m almost finished, they like I figured that
Stay out these niggas way, cause they be hating, do you riddle that
As-salamu alaykum nah uh baby we don’t piggyback
Niggas be acting funny, but they could play if they want to
Cause I got plenty money, and I got plenty guns too
Hk with the silencer, put that bitch down your tonsils
Let a nigga wild out like nick cannon, see what these drums do
Push it to the limit, I’m known to handle my business
If a nigga ever cross that line, my aunty nem they Christians
Yeah, I’m out here getting stupid rich, I’m stacking it to the ceiling
My nigga just had another baby on his bitch he feel like Tristian
And Its two things that’s for certain about these streets, it ain’t no wishing
Yo family goin be putting flowers on top of yo head, keep on with that dissing
Yo nigga dead and you tryna retaliate but you keep on missing
Yeah them niggas dead it was better late than never, thought we wasn’t going get em
DEA snatched my plug up, trying to do an extradition
Boy that shit ain’t stopping nothing, we just loaded up the expedition
And nigga I could pay for shooters, cause I don’t trick on bitches
I go and hire the clean up crew cause they don’t leave no witness
They like come on glizzy where you been, we need that real shit back
I been cooking up, I’m almost finished, they like I figured that
Stay out these niggas way, cause they be hating, do you riddle that
As-salamu alaykum nah uh baby we don’t piggyback
Niggas be acting funny, but they could play if they want to
Cause I got plenty money, and I got plenty guns too
Hk with the silencer, put that bitch down your tonsils
Let a nigga wild out like nick cannon, see what these drums do