[Conversation]:      Smash you grilla.....   That's right, that's right   A hundred and ninety-six million   nine hundred and forty thousand   square miles, on this planet   Fresh outta New York   Aiyyo,         Verse 1:      Aiyyo,   Rollie what's up son Noodles had a problem    He called Lucky Hands lab saying niggas mobbed him   Max was on the outskirt trickin' in DC   Blaze had a shorty in his lab gettin' weed for free   That night I was in the cut alone zoned out   Suggest I rock a utility vest when I'm bonin' out   Yeah you know it, Bobby told me before   Keep the heat by the side of the door    Ready for military war   Numerous cats, niggas is uterus   Who this, claimin' that he loking for Louis Rich   Diamond a young king doing his thing   Big safes out in Beijing    Aqua green thing   One connect had turned on him   God, shit got realer than a fuck   Crackers up state want him   Marshalls came through the hood that night   Bagged my man Chaz 32 bags he copped flight   Now he upstate baggin' niggas   House and Air Maxs big ACs   Won the Oscar award for crabbing niggas   Now all y'all niggas get to laugh now   Who got the last laugh now   Hit his stash house       Hook:      It's called real life   Y'all niggas betta see the light fast pa   Real life, it don't cost nuttin' just to blast   Real life, lay down son you won't last   Real life   Real life   Real life      Verse 2:      February tenth day on a Wednesday   It's like grimsday    Russian hats rocking it the Benz way   That day we got guns on us   Jakes want us,    Playin Einstein lenses and Auroras   Little meek caught us    Couple of francs, peep the blue Taurus   What up tuck your chain they came for us   Jumped out big nines and some hard bottles   Eyes of hate finally meeting up wid the stakes   It was who I thought it was   2 pair of Clarks one pair of Lugz   Wit the hardbottom nigga wid the snub   Cocked it, where rock at, stop that   Violate this cipher pa we'll definitely strike back   All of us right there slight fear in our heart   Blink we take it right there    Doing our thing apart   Broad jumped out tryin' to run shit    Spoken loud words all we want is his head    He did some dumb shit   Beef from Miami now   Damn yo big head Lance in some wild shit   Noodles caught the stair down   Now it came back to me yo   Handle it wise and brutally yo   Put down your tooly and talk like men   No shots rang yo, hittin' the ground like mangoes   Swiss cheese the thirty-G dorango   Few weeks later son seem 'em all..   I mean 'em all..      Hook   (Repeat x2)