Peace to the Real Ones

One, two, three, nigga! This what they screaming when they see us streaming Even rock the coliseum early in the evening On The first run had save up my per diem Feeling I'm in Oz 'til I'm leaving I represent The That center fielder had to take a beating Or even worse when they heard the topic of The meeting When they heard the scheming on the Plot to leave 'em bleeding Revenge is the cost Of your freedom The plot deepens, the cops peeping Trying to get a block treatment Less than human And it's not decent So we throw the middle Finger when we passing up the cop precinct Black Destruction's not my intent Jot it and vent even If a profit is spent And the following the Followers send multiplies Know that mine's never was A popular pen 'Cause my type never follow the Trends Go, come on I'm saying peace to the real ones I keep A piece for the fake I break bread with The real ones I wasn't bred with the snakes I wasn't bred with the snakes Though the snakes Was all in the grass So I cut it And that's how I'm cut Those types'll never get A pass I tried to tell them that they Side was failing Mad when I tried to tell Them they was high and dwelling On old shit And when I told them they lied instead of Reflecting on it to make it better It was A pleasure But your negativity will never Bring me To a level where I will sacrifice my endeavors I'm from the get it era And you're happy When your homie gets his shit together When my Back turned they could barely stick together Problematic all without an interjection The truth Makes a liar when they feel the pressure Lost In your ways trying to get direction A star In the game for the bigger setup Shooting out Your mouth as a triggered weapon Spreading Propaganda 'cause you're feeling threatened By a Real one doing it and really repping Let's go I'm saying peace to the real ones I keep A piece for the fake I break bread with the real ones I wasn't Bred with the snakes I wasn't bred with the Snakes Though the snakes was all in the grass So I cut it and that's how I'm cut Those types never get pass Never Two, Three, four, nigga!