The Details

Verse 1 (OT The Real)

I'm from a chilly place, keep my beard tight, I got a Philly face
Only bars your favorite rapper had was in the pills he ate
Some fucked up young and sealed their fate
I know some lifers that'll punch you in front of C-Os tryna steal your date
Time is real, you make it home you gotta climb some hills
Ain't gotta ride my hills but I did it with dimes
Of crills
He a known rat and they signed him still
That's why I'm ill with these pliers staring at a rapper's diamond grill
But I'm looking like I signed a deal
My dogs were catching bodies and the Judges gave em time to kill
A lot of rappers got a story but mines is real

Me and Breezy breaking bread like it's the Last Supper
Smoking Judas pack, as my streams are doing crack numbers
They told me get your weight, you came up now stash something
They treat you different once it's apparent the bag's coming
Tryna turn 20 bands into 50-k, 20 times
Being a millionaire, what can I say, it's been on my mind
But when they call the line, I double down like all is fine
Can't appreciate something unless I can really call it mine
My come up and my greatest downfall
It's looking funny like these rappers once when you turn the sound off
Cause we still breaking quarter pounds off to sounds off
I got the plug's number in case I need something to bounce off
But I'm looking like I signed a deal
They killed my man for his buss down, it wasn't time to kill
Every rapper got a story but mines is real