Lyrics The Realist - Kitch Macc

(Ye, Ye)
(Macc)
I ain't no killa but don't push me, I be wit 'em
You wit the opps (For real)
They knocked you off, 'cause you was seen wit 'em (Bow, bow)
I paid the cost to be the boss I got my team winning (Yea)
Aye free RELL
I ain't forget my niggas in the prison (Aye Free RELL nigga)
Bitch I'm feeling like a boss
I finna fuck a couple broads (Fashow)
If I wanna fuck some bitches
Ima end up callin' y'all's (yea)
Chasin' money runnin' fast, you niggas is comin' last
Oh he wanna see the future, choppa leave em in the pass
We finna slide on yo' ass
Wit a face mask and a gun to blast (Uh, Uh, Uh)
We got yo addy on the dash (Uh, Uh)
We speeding, hoping we don't crash (Skurrt)
My whole team is up, and you ain't wit us
So you mad, we getting cash, we 'bout stack
And that's a fact bitch (Macc)
I fuck wit' the realist
Hustlas and killas, we stay about our business
Fuckin' on these bitches
Out here movin' weight, like we in planet fitness
Mind yo' own business
Mind yo' own business
'Cause we'll take you out right before you be a witness (Uh)
You don't want no smoke
We'll light this bitch up, like it's Christmas (Uh)
Got these niggas mad
'Cause they don't know how we keep getting it (Uh)
Mind yo' own business (Ye, Ye)
Mind yo' own business
Mind yo' own business