Intro: Juicy J
Damn
Yeah, yeah

Chorus: Juicy J
Don't go broke out here tryna impress these hoes, that's real shit, nigga
Blamin' everybody for your problems, nigga, we grown, that's real shit, nigga
Main one say that he solid be the one told, that's real shit, nigga
Gettin' to the money even though I gotta go on my own, that's real shit
Don't go broke out here tryna impress these hoes, that's real shit, nigga
Blamin' everybody for your problems, nigga, we grown, that's real shit, nigga
Main one say that he solid bе the one told, that's real shit, nigga
Gеttin' to the money even though I gotta go on my own (Yeah), that's real shit, nigga

Verse 1: Juicy J
Life ain't always good in the projects
Embiid, had to trust my process
Shit turn you to a monster, Loch Ness
Bullets flyin', unidentified objects
I can still smell a piss in the hallways
Gotta keep you a blick on you always
Comin' up, mama got us through the hard days
I was tryna get a dollar for the arcade
Why you think we started sellin' in the park, hey?
Why you think we started beggin' the hard way?
Traumatized, so we pop these beans
Crack these seals, then we drop into lean
Real shit, it's too many niggas actin' like bitches
You gotta pay attention right now, no love bein' shown in the trenches
Pipe down 'fore we get you wiped down like the dishes
Juice Man
You know I'm the pill and the weed and the shroom and the motherfuckin' Juice Man
Money got Wingspan
Keep a lot of racks on me 'cause a bitch is tryna pretend
Count it up, both hands
I'm just focused on the money, fuck grown mans
Yeah, broke hoes havin' no chance
Still stuffin' my cone for the old man

Chorus: Juicy J
Don't go broke out here tryna impress these hoes, that's real shit, nigga
Blamin' everybody for your problems, nigga, we grown, that's real shit, nigga
Main one say that he solid be the one told, (Facts) that's real shit, nigga
Gettin' to the money even though I gotta go on my own (No), that's real shit
Don't go broke out here tryna impress these hoes, (Fuck 'em) that's real shit, nigga
Blamin' everybody for your problems, nigga, we grown (Yes, facts, ayy), that's real shit, nigga
Main one say that he solid be the one told, that's real shit, nigga
Gettin' to the money even though I gotta go on my own (Yes), that's real shit, nigga (Yeah)

Verse 2: Xavier Wulf
I'ma tell that nigga what it is, I'ma put him in a big blunt, then smoke it
Tell a nigga why you really mad, you ain't make it out 'cause you ain't put it in focus
I'ma put a nigga into a jam, free my nigga A dog, [?]
Red dead ridin' through town, and I don't wanna change, lil' bitch, I'm hopeless
Red bottoms same color, baboon ass
Gettin' to the money check, debit or cash
Had a bad bitch, but I knew it wouldn't last
Get the seat belt, bitch, I'm finna go fast
At the tune shop with my niggas, doin' math
Torque gon' hit soon as I hit gas
Niggas never had new drive out tags
Bitch so fine, I can't even stay mad
Up late watchin' a Martin
Three hundred deep, bitch, thought it was Spartans (Spartans)
God of war, nigga, I'm sparkin'
Put a nigga on a T, yeah, for a bargain (Bargain)
Nigga, this finna need arson
Two guns up, this Kenny and Cartman
You don't really got it, you starvin'
You don't wanna get a nigga like me started

Outro: Juicy J
Don't go broke out here tryna impress these hoes