Текст песни Realize - Bigga Rankin , Nario Da Don

Being born as a lion
And realizing you are one
Is the difference between being a cub
And the king of the motherfuckin jungle

Don't really like to brag a lot
Just get cash a lot
I'm the one you should ask about
Just come ask me why

Real shit what I rap about
I wont cap about
Used to walk with a plastic glock
And a bag of rocks

Smell like nothin but dope on the road
When I pass the pop
Just now I got a pump
And this one aint for asthma ungh

I started a new wave
And created an aftershock
I been up for two days on the grind
I cant ask for nothin
My heart don't pump kool-aid

No-no no-no
And I finally realized that
I was raised in the projects
I used to stay with a pyrex

I got Queen P booking them shows up
A1 in the kitchen (skurr) cooking them o's up
My lil nigga Jump I told him
Welcome back home bruh

Niggas plot soon as they get whooped
They go load up
Just caught a charge
I'm praying that they let me bail out
Stuck behind bars gettin faded

And sending mail out
Exotic cars they hatin
They go to sale lot

I'm still servin Im ballin without no scale now
Beam on the scope I feel like
Playing laser tag
If I see him I just might hop out
And go and chase his ass

Up to the pm in the kitchen whippin
Mr. baker man
Why these bitches actin like
They pussy got a paper tag

Don't really like to brag a lot
Just get cash a lot
I'm the one you should ask about
Just come ask me why

Real shit what I rap about
I wont cap about
Used to walk with a plastic glock
And a bag of rocks
Smell like nothin but dope on the road

When I pass the pop
Just now I got a pump
And this one ain't for asthma ungh
I started a new wave
And created an aftershock

I been up for two days on the grind
I cant ask for nothin
My heart don't pump kool-aid
No-no no-no
And I finally realized that

I was raised in the projects
I used to stay with a pyrex
The wrong bitch can make yo heart tender
Try to play me I'm sending shots like bartender

When I say that's my nigga
I used too starve with him
Keep a k by the window
Roll with some armed hittas
Pull up to this bitch and air it out
Bring a casket out

You know I keep that magnum out
That's my ratchet side
That pain shit I advertise
I don't have the time for bullshit
Get passed aside I'm a mastermind

I just met a bad lil vibe
She red and fine
Asked her to be my valentine
Im passed my time
Heard a voice and grabbed my 9

Its hammer time
I be solo half the time
Don't act surprised
Yeah
Them ghetto bitches do sumn to me

I admit
The type ones
That put sugar in they grits
He ain't no hitta

He a booger he a bitch
Still wearing denims
Bustin juugs hittin licks

Don't really like to brag a lot
Just get cash a lot
I'm the one you should ask about
Just come ask me why

Real shit what I rap about
I wont cap about
Used to walk with a plastic glock
And a bag of rocks
Smell like nothin but dope on the road
When I pass the pop
Just now I got a pump
And this one ain't for asthma ungh

I started a new wave
And created an aftershock
I been up for two days on the grind
I can't ask for nothin

My heart don't pump kool-aid
No no no no
And I finally realized that