Il testo della Real 1s

Look nigga, i can only tell you once
My rap's tighter, my hat's flyer, my stats higher then two blunts
You new dude is doodoo
I need new food and you new luch
I'm all that, a bag of chips a sandwich and some fruitpunch

All my ex's lost it
I pray to god that they see this
You tell them nigga's we ballin' , and they playin' no defense
See i don't need to be s.dot take the drum out
And get them hands up you better drop em when i come out

We out here and i'm rockin'
And i ain't playing, don't stop it
You think you won, stop it cuz that girl you with been boppin'
Boy, i'm michael jordan, rodman.
A young bull and i got it
If there ain't no money in these pockets i ain't concerned, sit back and watch it.

Because this here is that preview,
Haters and hospitals i see you
We the hs717 crew
Whatever you wanna call it, we don't need you
No new nigga's, no recruits, no lame nigga's, no me too's
When they come to mine, it's a tight circle, not 5 4 or that 3 2.