Pastor Troy:



KD had called and gave me the word

Said this nigga had ten birds, in Augusta for the week

From the islands

As soon as K told me this shit, I started smiling

Cause all I could see was money piling

Shit, on top of money

Now, ??? with the money for the week, and Chesapeake

The heat made my nigga take a break

If I could catch all 10 of them bitches, and I don't look suspicious

I'ma sell the fucking quart for the ?? the ha ha

As I told K bye bye, he shot me advice

If you gone do it nigga do it nigga, fuck thinking twice

This is ya nigga for life

Go fight 'em fire for fire

Hit my hip when you finish said his calling card expired

Hung up the phone, contemplating on who help me do it

There's Kia and Jessica and then Rhonda truitt

Now Jessica to stupid and Kia lie to much,

I guess I'll take Rhonda, cause Rhonda don't give a fuck

But first I got to pump her up

I'm give her what, 10 g's

Tell her if she really love me she would do this for me

Eternally we'll be together for better or for worse

But first we got to take these niggas to the hearse

Burst in they shit, get the bricks come back out

I'm be waiting in the chevy, you know I'm ready to take em' out

If they front 'cha baby, come on, we make it we rich

Come on, shit, Rhonda, my down ass bitch



Chorus:

I'm the realist bitch

I'm mo' realer than reality

Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty





Well I'm the realist bitch

I'm mo realer than reality (well uh huh)

Fuck that dumb shit (uh huh)

It take nothing to a casualty (what)

FBI be after me, quareter ki in my womanly (uh huh)

Coming back from St. Croix

First lady to Pastor Troy (well come on)-acapo