Real Shit

[Intro]
Scotty Cain: Hello? Yeah man, what you doi- what you doing?
Woman #1: Nothing
Scotty Cain: I'ma let you know I'm about to get your car right back when [?] lil homies
Woman #1: Okay
Woman #1: [?] exactly where they ass girl
Woman #2: Fuck him, right, you know we need this money girl

Yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus: Dame Cain & Scotty Cain]
This ain't no diss, this just some shit had to come off my chest
Yeah do [?] but in my book I feel like I'm the best
I don't shoot crosses, I'm direct, I'm coming for your neck, I'm in it for the check, I won't flex, I demand my respect
I earned my stripes, nigga
I got my money out the mud
I earned my own buds, ain't nobody showed me love
I was clutchin' rods, in case a nigga wanna take 'em
These nigga outchea fakin', keep it off the safety

[Verse 1: Scotty Cain]
I'm a real nigga
You know I go by Loyalty
You will never catch me slippin', bitch I keep that rod with me
All in the car with me, that Draco laying on the driver seat
If a bitch try to set me up, that bitch gon' die with me
If that bitch [?] my niggas ridin' on the go
Catch a nigga slippin', let it blow
Mafia Muzik we 'bout to blow
A nigga lookin' for that eight, them bricks for the low
[?]
And we got so many rods
I had to mention that incase a nigga try to rob (Try me)
It's gon' get crazy, they killin' mamas and babies
These niggas, they tryn to take me, but I keep it off the safety, real talk
Shit crazy, it's really weak
These niggas killin' and they snitchin', trippin'
I ain't never seen this shit happening before (No)
So when I get my money up, I gotta go

[Chorus: Dame Cain & Scotty Cain]
This ain't no diss, this just some shit had to come off my chest
Yeah do [?] but in my book I feel like I'm the best
I don't shoot crosses, I'm direct, I'm coming for your neck, I'm in it for the check, I won't flex, I demand my respect
I earned my stripes, nigga
I got my money out the mud
I earned my own buds, ain't nobody showed me love
I was clutchin' rods, in case a nigga wanna take 'em
These nigga outchea fakin', keep it off the safety

[Verse 2: Dame Cain]
I ain't good with them coppin' pleas, I'm good with them .223s
Open fire and chase you down with a choppa that's full of grease
You [?] got that pistol but I know you gon' freeze
Sharp shooters like the navy, that's gon' scope you through the trees, these niggas sleep
Like, "Dame I'on eat, but I'ma [?] ya. You ain't fuck with me at first now I'm gon' text you for a feature."
[?] if you gon' [?] then I'ma [?] you
Turn the [?] into the 'yo and go straight droppin' that [?]
I do this for my people, [?] nigga blow up
I ain't fucking with no promo, you don't pay me I won't show up
[?] get that bag, me and Scotty [?] pour up
[?] we pouring every bottle, we gon' sip it 'till we throw up
[?] first let's talk about that guapo
[?] chasin' them checks, [?] like I'm Chapo
Dirty money so much that I could spend it like I'm Ralo
[?] mistakes [?] lotto

[Chorus: Dame Cain & Scotty Cain]
This ain't no diss, this just some shit had to come off my chest
Yeah do [?] but in my book I feel like I'm the best
I don't shoot crosses, I'm direct, I'm coming for your neck, I'm in it for the check, I won't flex, I demand my respect
I earned my stripes, nigga
I got my money out the mud
I earned my own buds, ain't nobody showed me love
I was clutchin' rods, in case a nigga wanna take 'em
These nigga outchea fakin', keep it off the safety

[Outro]
Gunshots
[Some other song]