DJ Green Lantern and OT The Real - So Foul (feat. Uncle Murda & Eto)

Verse 1 (Uncle Murda)

I think I'm the illest but I keep getting overlooked
You ain't getting your jewelry back once the shit get took
Man, I ain't the best rapper alive but I'm one of em
Ol' niggas see me and be like he got a gun on him
Oh I'm the reason that body got white chalk around it
I had shootouts with police and lived to talk about it
They don't make em like me no more
There be a shootout in every state if they put me on tour
I guess I'm too real for this shit
I get it, at least I made a couple Mil on this shit
Take the money out the safe let it breathe a little
We used to dream about this shit when we was little
I done turned the dreams into reality
Shitting on these niggas every year, these rappers be mad at me
Fuck being my equal, these niggas ain't half of me
One night with the Bougie bitches that used to laugh at me

Hook (Eto)

God the game foul, so foul
Mama lost her song
And my nigga lost trial
If you stay down
I can't take a loss, nah
Not now

Verse 2 (Eto)

Heart Testers, known to bust chrome
Hate to hear the drama, boarded up home
He was born a bidda, in and out skidda
Sad when he passed, was just on the corner with us
Mad, I ain't seen em in ages
They followed in our footsteps
The way we rep deep in the cages
It's much colder there, but the repeatin' the stages
Judge throw the book, they ain't readin' the pages
Buddha bless me, everybody has they ups and downs
If you stayed rich you was dead meat, fed sheet
The God lay his pre-game down
They forget the same jewels
Play the G Game Foul, now
Nobody gave me a red cent
I don't answer questions, don't let the Feds vent
Huh, gun fire that's a dead scent
He gone bleed a little more he if bled bent

Verse 3 (OT The Real)

I was staying in my holding cell, cop's face and nose was swell
I don't go to the hospital bro, I go to jail
Ex coke boys is running around with fake clothes for sale
I don't knock the hustle, I support it as I roll my L
He had a job in the prison, was on the serving line
His statement said the gun was my cousin's but the work was mine
I was burning lines just to pay the Court my fines
Then my money came off of the trees like turpentine
Certain times I wanted to say I quit this shit
Got tired of losing packages, fuck it I'm going to get this shit
Like I don't know how many years this carries but I'm risking it
My A-R the matic , do the math, that's arithmetic
Like a battle rapper with the wordplay
Liquid acetone spray bottle, get your bird sprayed
My dog called Thursday, he said he coming home Wednesday
Wednesday let him, this was his third state number
Weight runners who played summers from
Wave runners
Then caught cases and starved cause they ain't say nothing
I got the two by fours up in case the raid coming
Fuckin' smoking all the work in the car, spray something

Outro (OT The Real)

God the game foul, so foul
So I just bought more guns
All loud
If you stay down
I can't take a loss
Not now
Green Lantern let's go

Written by:
Alvin Olavarria, James D'Agostino, Leonard Grant, Stephen P. Odell

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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