Lyrics: Carl-Mikael Berlander/Chester Roscoe
Music: Carl-Mikael Berlander/Chester Roscoe
[Intro]
Real Rx
Yuh
[Verse 1]
Why the **** you told that nigga you had his back?
Put you on hold when he found out Sammy was a rat
I walk in this bitch like the Teflon Don
Answer Auntie's call like, "What the **** you want?"
Don't never let them break this thing of ours
OmertΓ to the grave, the coldest silence
They don't put in work like Paulie Castellano
Why the **** you think Gotti whacked Castellano?
I walk in this bitch like one of the Gambinos
I'm crip but I like dubs over C-notes
Auntie walk in the kitchen, catch a heatstroke
She still smoke crack even though she had three strokes
You wouldn't know nothing about the shit I went through
I hate when niggas talk about what they finna do
Niggas know your move 'cause you front your move
When I'm in the hood, I'm super comfortable
Looking for an opp, can't wait to bump into him
Glick on me, nigga, watch what the **** you're doing
These bitch-ass niggas don't follow guidelines
Niggas be watching the game from the sidelines
I seen two brothers fall out over drugs
They ready to kill each other and they both blood
It's something 'bout that money that have you ****ed up
'Fore you jump in this game, better know what you're doing
[Interlude]
The crime boss John Gotti has been sentenced to life in prison with no parole
Gotti was said to be the most powerful crime figure in America, he was certainly the most visible and the most flamboyant
And he used to have a reputation for being untouchable
[Verse 2]
I show up to court half an hour late
Before I walked in this bitch, I smoked a whole eighth
I got the Glick on me, I know it ain't safe
These pussy-ass niggas tryna take my place
Walk in this bitch like the '95 Ma$e
With a nutsack full of raw base
Get knocked for the crime and I'm holding you down
My hand on my gun when I'm rolling around
Any given second, this shit can go down
I'm shooting off rip, bitch, I'm telling you now
Hammer on me, I'm nailing 'em down
Dumbass look stiff and stale on the ground
I walk in this bitch, I better not hear a sound
Who the **** is you and who the **** brought you 'round?
I don't really do that good with new faces
In my experience, that lead to new cases
I got way too much shit on my brain
I got a verse to do and I'm tryna cook 'caine
A feature that I owe a nigga from two days ago
I was gonna dead 'em, but I ain't gonna do 'em shady though
Let me whip seven grams and I'ma do that verse
But before I do all that, let me boot up first
Don't never cross the line, you gotta know your turf
Like Gotti, I'll hit a nigga where it hurt