No new niggas, only real ones Been a real one and I’m still one No thousands, I’m talkin bout millions No thousands, I’m talkin bout millions 10 K for the show boy Lot of broke rappers unemployed Made a lot of money on my last tour Bet you I could get it if I aks for it Lot of fake niggas, they be runnin they mouth My youngin sittin next to me, I just run in yo house I play this shit and pray to relax ‘Cause it’s crazy everyday, don’t go where we at Forgive me for my last song And every track I showed my ass on I’m just speakin from a real place Finna turn a dollar into Bill Gates Yea, a lot of niggas still fake A lot of broke niggas still hate Yea, but I still show the world love Shop til I got kicks like the world cup No new niggas, only real ones Been a real one and I’m still one No thousands, I’m talkin bout millions No thousands, I’m talkin bout millions Soulja 6 be back in the fact Comin back just to smack em in the back of they neck People be actin funny, I be laughin at that Smoking kush and I damn near have a asthma attack Never pass up the fact, these rappers barely could rap Rappers circus, matter of fact as an act is the act Nigga flip like a acrobat The flow killin like Kim, she dip it low to the max Accurate faxes, they be needin more practice Kickin that whack shit, I kick it out like proactive It’s Heartbreak Gang, partake bang With this I be short bank name, short weak playin on that flatscreen Black hoodie, white ones, black jeans Homie that’s me When they see me they understand that it’s great Couldn’t touch 100 since I turned 15 You know what I’m talkin bout? No new niggas, only real ones Been a real one and I’m still one No thousands, I’m talkin bout millions No thousands, I’m talkin bout millions