Yea, woo, Real, uh huh AK REAL AKMG Put it all at risk Put it all at risk, boy I'm writing scripts Grew up in the streets But my mama strict Disciplined myself Boy I'm getting rich 1986 Keep it real since They wanna hear something new Listen to the kids Million dollar deals When I run this bitch Stack my money high enough That's just common sense You don't wanna ask me why I did it again I pray you real rappers Will never get forgotten Only the real rappers Will be forever popping As I'm walking in the club They screamin, Oh Lord Mama asked me if I'm winning I said, Of Course Yes Mama, that's me I'm your only son on the low key And I'm writing lyrics til I OD They showing me respect like an OG Cash rules, I came with the gang Fool Real dealers told me Real yo you mad cool Well known and I'm speaking in a deep voice I'm affiliated with dope boys And I'm representin for the real ones As you already know its only few of us They took away the real now they call it rude They wanna crucify me like I'm Yesuus Put it all at risk Boi I'm writing scripts Grew up in the streets But my mama strict Disciplined myself Boi I'm getting rich 1986 Keep it real since They wanna hear something new Listen to the kids Million dollar deals When I run this bitch Stack my money high enough That's just common sense You don't wanna ask me why I did it again I did it again If you're not a loyal man, don't ask for forgiveness If you brought to be a snitch, you can't have my business Only thing uniting real is the brotherhood The color of the flag is secondary, fool I see a real G in any shape or form Don't forget to light a candle when the hater's born It could be white as hell or black as night Accept the excellence is the key to life I'm reaching for the stacks, unprotected sex Pockets full of dough, baby screaming there you go I do it for my folks, do it for my dawgs You gotta be a G, just to be the boss I replace the tops working for my pops And if I'm parking on your lawn, you better the call the cops You got to pay in full before I start the job Power of attorney, lunches with the judge Put it all at risk boy, I'm writing scripts grew up in the streets But my mama strict Disciplined myself Boy I'm getting rich 1986 Keep it real since They wanna hear something new Listen to the kids Million dollar deals When I run this bitch Stack my money high enough That's just common sense You don't wanna ask me why I did it again