Karl Kani

Whether you real or fake, make a decision Our limit is the sky We don't think of the ceiling Our main goal is counting paper and chillin' Wake up everyday Can't help but think of a million Whether you real or fake, make a decision Our limit is the sky We don't think of the ceiling Our main goal is counting paper and chillin' Wake up everyday Can't help but think of a million Yeah, that's word to Christopher Wallace Weed and gin, I'm just keeping it balanced Cuban cigars, sippin' wine on the island I sent the mob and told Them "keep that shit silent" We know your type You just talk like you're violent You know we always in the newest stylin' We be in places you never allowed in Been getting pussy to my favorite album You hit it lucky like a horseshoe She want a stallion No Olive Garden, I don't do Italian Told me she grown But she kept acting childish I need somebody I can trip and fly with Red wine, chill and spend some time with There's a war going on outside Don't get your heart broke Not really paying attention We tryna chart though good head shorty She in the salon once a week It's gon' be havoc for real, if we mob deep Let 'em do they job, police To who we never speak Heard all your stories But never seen you out in the streets Whether you real or fake, make a decision Our limit is the sky We don't think of the ceiling Our main goal is counting paper and chillin' Wake up everyday Can't help but think of a million Whether you real or fake, make a decision Our limit is the sky We don't think of the ceiling Our main goal is counting paper and chillin' Wake up everyday Can't help but think of a million Out on the corner with the zombies Who can't feel they body My project shorty drink, she hella bossy We always go back and forth Like when we did karate 10 to 4, a little joke, copy? Ignoring threats, telling me he gon' pop me Black, in-the basement-ass niggas outside Of the barber shop They always gon' take they shots Hey, remember when I said you owe me one? That's what you owe me Big vacation, no game, playstation Look I'm the one who controlling the corner Word to Deion new Glock with the beam on it You know it's neon Can't do shit around niggas, they singing Just like Leon you not a boss lil nigga We know that you a peon On that McQueen as we ride around He know that homie don't play that Treat him like a clown Fresh out the kitchen, almost broke my wrist Then I heard Kat say some shit like this: Whether you real or fake, make a decision Our limit is the sky We don't think of the ceiling Our main goal is counting paper and chillin' Wake up everyday Can't help but think of a million Whether you real or fake, make a decision Our limit is the sky We don't think of the ceiling Our main goal is counting paper and chillin' Wake up everyday Can't help but think of a million