Recognize the Real

VERSE 1
I'm like, straight up and down, that's six o'clock
I got, shooters on deck, with the pistol cocked
putting busters in check, when I set up shop
chicks giving up the neck for the game I chop

stack paper and bread, leave the crumbs for bums
cash flow as natural as the breath in my lungs
get it how I live it, ain't giving up none
got a platoon of goons that gotta feed they sons

jump in a foreign whip, put the pedal to the
floor and dip, fast lane with the cash and chips
all in, put your bet on the dealer
gets no realer, put a slug in a squealer

CHORUS
recognize it's the real OG
calling shots but I keep it low key
aks around thugs about know me
they put respect on the name, if you a player of the game

VERSE 2
you know the pedigree, we don't bark, we spark
you don't want that smoke, when the hood go dark
you dont' wanna see how it end, so better not start
expose you pumping fruit punch in your heart

I got ice cold veins for the cold cash
when the block's hot, product goes fast
catch me slipping without the strap no chance
I gotta stay alive to uplift the lower class

speaking for the streets, where the snakes play for keeps
and the slippery slope is steep
my word is bond, cuz life is cheap
watch your back cuz that knife goes deep, don't sleep