Yeah, some firm shit, you know what I mean? For the niggas in New York or across the motherfuckin' world Ain't nothin' changed yet, shit's still real Yo, yo, major large niggas get their grind on cash While the craft thinkin' niggas keep their mind on ass I guess most motherfuckers ain't designed to last Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? You know the routine, fast cars, rings, get a cruise scene We true fiends, old school style, that's how we do things Born to destined, hands on, many investments Strong reflect this till I'm drawn back to the essence Streetwise, 36 weights, small feet size to see eyes Put the slide off, once the heat rise, detour Poverty zone, police war, roll through each storm Searchin' new ways for me to eat more Fast learner, quiet storm, play the back burner Bureaucrats, I be actin' like Nat Turner Whole weight, used to rock kicks with no lace Fuck a soulmate, low heart pace Pulse at a slow rate, runnin' rapid While I was playin' as if they captive, brains inactive Bein' subjected to this craft shit, the eat your zone Fuck the foulness, need a week alone Weaker zone, all day long, on the speakerphone 600-95 North, stay blunted Stress, I came from it, sex got drained from it The new breed, stargaze, invasin' two seas To be free to franchise is all the whole crew need Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past Whips and four clips and pushy lips Rubber grips attached to hips Faster journey to the crib, the prayer of sickness curer Holy Qur'an surer, leaves man to understand I stand up as world quiver, heart is bleedin' Stress got my hairline recedin', garlic refeedin' Leadin' my seeds back to Eden And stay suspicious of promiscuous bitches Who don't watch and do dishes, too big for your britches Lust and riches, fuck the next man mistress You wonder why your pussy itches Fat ass sample without the glitches Shatter your mental, split your bean up like a lentil Disfigure your face, you recognize him by the dental Hot lead from raw heat, left his thawed meat Laid out on Broad Street Before he left, all he heard was an echo from the shot Cops saw Todd Seedyville, he was stopped by the Glock Devils lettin' off scuds, thugs trapped up in hud houses New York, been infested by bloods Lustin' for colors of red, more black lives is shed through Yet the blood travelin' through veins remain blue Boned out until we zone out, no doubt Chicken heads beg for the nine-inch apple head Their legs open like fallopian, lubricated by petroleum Nine months later comes the ovary explosion Bitch, you stupid, a hundred dollars, you couldn't recoup it When I reign the truth on your brain, you mute it Ruler zig-zag, ziggler, plus a large zig-zag-zig We addin' more knowledge to your wig Yo, major large niggas get they grind on cash Why the crap thinkin' niggas keep they mind on ass? I guess most motherfuckers ain't designed to last Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? Roll it up, roll it up, boot tank Curlin' up in this piece, know what I mean? Open it down, put a stamp of approval, you know? Get your brain washed, you know what I'm sayin'? Get your muscle tender and straight, no doubt Black God exists in physical form Holdin' this, A to the Z I know what time it is I'mma get