Real Life - Cousin Stizz

Take that dope outside man it’s too loud for the house

Smoke alarms went off mom’s was cussin us out

Come up to our window in the back of the house

When the screen go up, grams we passing 'em out

But no business with you cause you look like you a mouse

Let them hoes fall through and we gon pass’em around

You a busta, and the type we smack in the mouth

They don’t understand what we be rappin' about

Real life

Take a sip and then I roll one up

Tell you 'bout when I was growing up

They used to call us about Amsterdam

Really drugs was never slowin' up

Rico’s uncle was the fucking plug

Anything we wanted not enough

Smoked an ounce of kush on Christmas once

2010, I couldn’t make it up

Now I’m balling harder than a team

I should be inducted to the league

You could do it too, I bet with ease

It ain’t nothing brodie, just believe

Tried to tell me that I couldn’t too

I just kept it pushin', nigga please

Paved the way, I’m making crazy waves

But I remember it was yesterday when we would

Take that dope outside man it’s too loud for the house

Smoke alarms went off mom’s was cussin us out

Come up to our window in the back of the house

When the screen go up, grams we passing 'em out

But no business with you cause you look like you a mouse

Let them hoes fall through and we gon pass’em around

You a busta, and the type we smack in the mouth

They don’t understand what we be rappin' about

Real life

Breaking down the grams cause we need more than enough

Cut from different cloth they don’t make 'em like us

Stand up young niggas devoted to the bucks

Loyalty, respect, retaliations a must

I might float around if I could find me the time

Out of sight, out of mind, cause niggas dropping dimes

Meanwhile on the block niggas dropping like flies

Streets always at war man ain’t nowhere you can hide

Always had this vision, ain’t need no one to listen

We had no pot to piss in no wonder my cousin whippin

And if you from the other side my niggas get to lynchin'

We poppin, this shit is hot, won’t stop til someone quitin'

My girl call up my phone cause a real nigga what she missin'

But the plug on the other line baby gimme a minute

Rubber band on our wristes, I can pull out a ticket

Santa don’t come around here no gifts on my Christmas wishlist

Take that dope outside man it’s too loud for the house

Smoke alarms went off mom’s was cussin us out

Come up to our window in the back of the house

When the screen go up, grams we passing 'em out

But no business with you cause you look like you a mouse

Let them hoes fall through and we gon pass’em around

You a busta, and the type we smack in the mouth

They don’t understand what we be rappin' about

Real life