[hook: Rob White]
Real n***as got guns in here
If you're fake on your record, better run from here (yeah)
f** around and get popped popping off at the mouth wit Pop music
n***a don't confuse it
The real n***as got guns in here
If you're real in your music keep your guns in the air (yeah)
That's right, keep your head toward the sky
My mind illi can't be 9 milli, maybe 45...
[Verse 1: Rob White]
When the beat drops then my heats co*k
Yep it's lock and load and what I jot explodes
Close caskets, not curtains, this is not for show
This is as real as rock and roll..
So I don't do it for rocks and Rolls's
b**hes on my co*k
And bogus other sh** that I done got before this
This the difference between a walk and a stroll
It's not just a car it's how I roll, can you feel that?
So when a n***a peel out, can you peel back?
If so you're sleeping on Co', where your pills at?
You must deal that ambien to yourself cause
I spill facts that's ambient of myself but
Everything in your spiel is damaging to my health..
That's why I got to flat-line you
Leave you in a hole where hip hop can't find you
None of you dance n***as in here got guns, but I do
[hook]
[Verse 2: Rob White]
I pop off wit no kickback cause I spit fact
So when YOU spit, and it's whack, I empty clips n***a, get back!
Put a couple holes in your whole persona
Look here Slickback
You ain't a pimp n***a, quit that
Whack a** whip and ya hoes ain't bringing sh** back..
Except babies by OTHER n***as that hit that..
My flow's tic tac, get that?
Yeah it's fresh
But I'm saying if I spit it, then I meant that
This is that sh** that brings to the front of your mind
You n***as running behind the train on THIS track
So I'm the lead car and I'm like the E.R
Seeing everybody needing help, but I leave y'all for dead
Unless you lame n***as wanna con-vert
And put the guns first
I draw heat from my head when I draw verse
But no competition means I PUT the heat to my head with every raw verse
[hook]