Текст песни Real Shit (feat. Chris Webby) - Chris Webby , Berner , R-Mean

Yeah
This some mob shit
Yeah, from the Bay Area, LA
You already know what time it is
That boy stingy!

They want that old shit, I been the same this whole time (this whole time)
I can't lie, I'm really missing '09
Playing with the coke price
They ain't got no stripes
My diamonds get to dancin' in the low light

Yeah, you buy a bag still
I grow mine
My backyard is a goldmine
That fuckshit irrelevant
Crime is adrenaline
I still get busy, handle mine like a gentleman

Louis V Letterman
Gone off the sticky bun
You got cash, baby gimme some, I'm still hungry
Yeah I want it more than anyone
R-Mean, let me know when the Henny come
I got a thick bitch, bust it open baby
All the Covid shit been fucking with my mind lately
I'm on the grind non-stop (non-stop)
If they growing what I'm growing I'ma buy the whole lot

This that real shit
Big bag, crack a seal shit
Independent, yeah, I got my own deal shit
If I get a bag, I'ma move it real quick
This that real shit, baby, this that real shit

This that real shit
Big bag, crack a seal shit
Independent, yeah, I got my own deal shit
If I get a bag, I'ma move it real quick
This that real shit, baby, this that real shit

This that real shit
Movements we gon' build quick
This that R Dash and Bern
Iron sharpen iron
Stainless steel shit
I be up at Cookies Melrose in some teal drip (cookies)
With these diamonds that be blindin', have you on some Braille shit

Paid my dues and showed you real grit
Shouts to B-Real for no fuckin' reason except for being real, shit
It's hard to keep up, I be smokin on my own pace
Bern, I got the Henny, Nas just send us a whole case (Henny)
Salute the God
Ya'll be throwin' 'em sevens
I'm blessed to be in the presence of these legends soaking up lessons

I'm respected by some GOATs (GOATs)
Fuck whoever hates (real)
Opinions of some strangers?
Fuck outta my face (fuck outta here)

I don't deal with losers
Only build with bosses
Got some steal grip shooters
That don't feel shit, cautious (cautious)
I salute my brothers real quick
Bern, I appreciate this opportunity and that's some real shit

This that real shit
Big bag, crack a seal shit
Independent, yeah, I got my own deal shit
If I get a bag, I'ma move it real quick
This that real shit, baby, this that real shit

This that real shit
Big bag, crack a seal shit
Independent, yeah, I got my own deal shit
If I get a bag, I'ma move it real quick
This that real shit, baby, this that real shit (yeah)

This sound like early 2000s, like I'm ridin' to Cam
Purple Haze on replay, gettin' high in the van
Back when me and the homies would throw down five on a gram
Long before dispensaries controlled supply and demand
Yeah, 'em simpler times, wish I could hit the rewind
In that VHS machine that live in my mind
Back when getting signed was the biggest dream that we had
Now I'm signed to myself and I can see that they mad

I get the bag yeah that Scrooge McDuck dough
Excuse the gusto
My dude I'm just so
Happy that I made it, mama look at your son go
Watch the fans singin' every word in the front row
Just here with a blunt rolled and thinkin' 'bout life
And that real shit, the only shit I ever write (real shit)
So just hit me when you cookin' R
Berner bring that cookie jar
We gon' show 'em how we took it far
Real shit (Webby)