Apple Jacks

Ayo, real ain't real no more, yo, these niggas is fake

You ever stared in the eyes of a snake?

To all my real niggas keepin' it street, fuck runnin' ya mouth

If it's war, then we talk with the heat

Hittin' off 'til you bastards dead

Watch his body collapse and push his brains to the back of his head

And you niggas gon' respect the God

And the word of the street, you niggas wanna see Lex go hard

The trucks Acura crazy, heavy tux down, Dutch style

All my niggas look rich, all the bitches fuck loud

Seein' the Benzes look sizzlin', don't let it rain, daddy

That's when the rims get more busy

Hyper than shootin' at snipers, bloodbath, somethin' that laugh

Gleamin' in some luxury labs

All the while, down flicks we flash

Grabbin' bitches, blowin' in whips

Every blessin', flip up flags, I put that on my wallet

I'm great, kid with the purple tape

Flame minks, the Louis legs, diamonds in the minks

All the bank robber niggas pump eights, jewelry blast

Commission the master, stop the record, pa, switch plates, yo

Real niggas get big, fake niggas get hit

Talk about bitches, won't come to ya shit

I'm throwin' on Ballys, layin' in Denalis

On my way to Cali, fuck niggas, I respect gunplay and the stress

Ayo, real ain't real no more, yo, these niggas is fake

You ever stared in the eyes of a snake?

To all my real niggas keepin' it street, fuck runnin' ya mouth

If it's war, then we talk with the heat

Hittin' off 'til you bastards dead

Watch his body collapse and push his brains to the back of his head

And you niggas gon' respect the God

And the word of the street, you niggas wanna see Lex go hard

Ayo, I sing liver than the tenth, sittin' in the V

Chokin' my hat down, everybody fly, foldin' Bricks

Once my niggas get on, it's on, I'm poppin' niggas off top

This is my yacht, stay the fuck off

Y'all ran with the Cubans, started changin' names

Nigga, listen, I started that, you need to just pass me the chain

Don't give me that "I respect ya work" bullshit, I shot the same game

Shot niggas in planes and stole niggas' wiz-es-s-s-ses

Yo, that's my ninjas, catchin' bodies a hobby

Sit back, Dula hears more, listen

Twistin', wrist glisten, slang lord, handle my position

It's to sit back and kill off fake niggas

And I swear, my ears the rear version

Don't got time to kill on every track, fuck rap, change the wheel

Kneel behind burners and burst one knee

This is me, all the kid ever wanted was more burners

Ayo, real ain't real no more, yo, these niggas is fake

You ever stared in the eyes of a snake?

To all my real niggas keepin' it street, fuck runnin' ya mouth

If it's war, then we talk with the heat

Hittin' off 'til you bastards dead

Watch his body collapse and push his brains to the back of his head

And you niggas gon' respect the God

And the word of the street, you niggas wanna see Lex go hard

Do you know where you're goin' to?

Do you like the things that Lex is servin' you?

But Lex'll murder you

Do you know where you're goin' to?

Do you like the things that Lex is servin' you?

But Lex'll murder you

Niggas know who run New York, nigga

It's the niggas that's bein' seen

And puttin' the work in, man

Straight up and down, man

And I'ma tell it like I, I'ma tell ya like I been tellin' ya, nigga

Nobody can't fuck with me, man

You hear me?

On any level, man

On any level of rhymin', approachin' me, baggin' bitches

Generatin', bringin' shit to the table

Nigga, I done seen it, been there, taxed it already, nigga

IRS is on my dick, nigga

You know what I'm sayin'?

But straight up, man, let's get back to this heron shit, nigga

And respect my motherfuckin' mustache

And respect my nigga DJ Duro