NO FAKE

[Intro] (Brrrr! Click-clack!) (Yeah, R.S. on the block, look) (Straight from the mud, you know what it is... Skrrt!) Concrete jungle, no lights, just smoke. Let's get it. (Yeah!) [Verse 1] Shadows on the bricks, ziplocks in the pocket (Weight!) Cops on the corner, yeah they try to lock it (Flee!) Glock 19, keep it tucked in the jacket (Boom!) Making dirty money, block is making a racket. Fiends on the phone, triple sim, no trace (Skrrt!) Move the white powder, got the mask on my face (Ghost!) Ghetto don't sleep, automatic gun fire Deadly street game, pushing crack on the wire. Trap house jumping, look at the stove (Hot!) Better pay the tax or your life get closed (Flatline!) Brothers on the corner selling death in a baggy Life is too short and the trigger is happy! (Brrr!) [Chorus] (Hold up! Drop the beat!) This is street code, black rap, no fake! (Never!) Bullet to the head for the money that you take! (Bang-bang!) Sirens in the dark, switching lanes in a coupe (Skrrt!) Pumping raw bass, we the dangerous troop! From the 90s to the now, we control the block (Yeah!) R.S. got the keys to the lock! (It's lit!) [Verse 2] (Fast triplet flow) Run up on a rival, man I do it for the cash (Money!) Load up the magazine, ghost in a flash (Gone!) Smokin' on the pressure while I'm countin' up the greens Young hungry killers, we were only in our teens. Body in the alley, yellow tape on the floor (Rest!) Never knock twice when you come to my door (No!) Dealers get rich while the junkies are crying Underneath the sky where the bullets are flying. (Wait... freeze... stutter beat) K-K-Keep it moving, never talk to a snitch (Snitch!) End up in a ditch if you making a switch. Murder for hire, yeah the price is right Ghetto superstar shining bright in the night! (Brrr!) [Chorus] This is street code, black rap, no fake! (Never!) Bullet to the head for the money that you take! (Bang-bang!) Sirens in the dark, switching lanes in a coupe (Skrrt!) Pumping raw bass, we the dangerous troop! From the 90s to the now, we control the block (Yeah!) R.S. got the keys to the lock! (It's lit!) [Outro] (Heavy 808 bass slides) Yeah. Real talk. No games on these streets. You either shoot or you get shot. R.S. on the track. We out. (Gunshot... Police sirens fading... Fade to black)