break'em off nice , put'em on ice , break'em off bomb ass lines get'em intertwined , get ur ducks in line , feelin Real fine , spittin fuckin rymes. on that steady grind , paper on m stuck on rewind , in the land of the blind , steady creepin stalking my vision... stay in my lane , always remain the same , never switched up always stayed the same , not in it for the fame true to the game , fuck the politics and recognition. you jokers are fictitious , yeah bootie licious , dont get me wrong know these streets are visious , from the fuckin B where they always down to hit a lick , down to start some shit , down to hit a spliff . break'em off nice , put'em on ice , break'em off bomb ass lines get'em intertwined , get ur ducks in line , feelin Real fine , spittin fuckin rymes yeah i know they love it when im out on my grind , out of my mind , n gettin outta line , dont fuck with no swine , got my ducks in line , feelin Real fine , get one more time , committing felony crimes , hit the street hard rollin down the bolivard where they pullin cards , yeah love you while you livin larg , when you got that bag they all at attention , waiting for that blessin... in these cold streets learning hard lessons count all my blessings , making confessions tellin true lies , looking to the sky , quit askin god why instead askin when i paid my due? and when this pain n struggle gonna be through ? stuck to the game where its all the same day after day , same false skeems same false dream , tryna keep my nose clean but temptation is a motherfucka , so i stay stuck , running on luck gotta get it crackin , vision what they lackin , Real is the name , Real wit the game , Real still the same , still up in the Real lane , n haters still know my name like a bitch givin brain.. so i break'em off nice , put'em on ice , break'em off bomb ass lines get'em intertwined , get ur ducks in line , feelin Real fine , spittin fuckin rymes