Active - Grafh, Bun B

Big homie Bun B been a godfather

This trill shit

I don’t know what you fuck niggas is talking 'bout

Fake niggas they everywhere

Real niggas we outnumbered

But…

Nigga we active (3x)

Representing that real

Nigga we active (3x)

Representing that real

Get hip to this trill shit

The ice in my vein pump through my heart

My nigga, that’s why I don’t feel shit

I’m the nigga y’all niggas gotta deal with

Signed to real nigga records

That’s who the fuck my niggas gotta deal with

I’d die for the niggas I kill with

That (x2)

Trill-ass nigga that’s word to Bun

On dirty Sprite

I’m in a dirty slum

On Real Nigga Ave

Where you heard I’m from?

Off G-Code​​, bullet bars

Bring ya gun cause they beefin'

You 'gon make and they even

You bought a kid-bar

Nigga you still tweefin'

You some new-ass nigga

New-ass nigga

Fake-ass Louis Vuitton shoe-ass nigga

Little bitty gun two-two-ass nigga

You a nobody

Who are you-ass nigga?

I’m-ma wax-on, wax-off

Brick chopping, kung-fu-ass nigga

Fuck Crips, blue-ass nigga

Fuck the Bloods too, -ass nigga

Fuck with GDs, DDPs

Body-slam niggas or DDT

This the school of hard knocks

Where niggas’ll blow brain-cells

All over you GEDs

(Bow-bow)

Them warriors dangerous

Who said glory is painless?

I’s (was) raised by notorious gangstas

Every time you tell your story it changes

Liar

Triple OG, Bun Beata my nigga

I been on my grizzly

(been on my grizzly)

You coming around on some fuck-nigga shit

Then homeboy you can miss me

(homeboy you can miss me)

You talk a good fight

And the people believe you

But you don’t convince me

(nope)

That’s why I brought up the choppers

To chop all you punk motherfuckers to mince-meat

Don’t make me do it for Pimp-C

Then it gets overdone

And you might get over on most folks

But you never fuck over Bun

(Bun)

I got my eyes on the prize

My ears to the streets

And my nose on the grind

(nose on the grind)

And I promise my nigga

I do wanna most out of you hoes over mine

(hoes over mine)

It’s a G thang

How I killed every beat that I flowed up-on

(flowed up-on)

These fake niggas claiming they trill

Man, what an emoticon

(emoticon)

Believing your own lies

You know what that do to your mind?

(do to your mind)

Give it a break

For real, it’s a waste of studio time

(studio time)

Do us a favor, get out the way

Let a trill-nigga through

(trill nigga through)

And keep it a hundred

You already know what them trill-niggas do

(them trill-niggas do)

I’m rocking with Grafh

And we laughing all the way to the bank

(the way to the bank)

Doin' it just how we wanna

Cause we give fuck what you think

(for real)