作曲 : Stephen Goss/Lakhari Theodore Boyd/Fredrick Tipton/Enoch Rich Harris III/Duncan Lamont 作词 : Stephen Goss/Lakhari Theodore Boyd/Fredrick Tipton/Enoch Rich Harris III/Duncan Lamont Let's toast to that, yeah I gotta' make a toast for all my real *****s out there, man All my *****s in the jail, Man, we always think about you, bruh Keep your head up high, for real, for real 'Cause I know how it is to be down, dawg (Free 'Vonte) Feel like everybody on your "not" side, you dig But we with you, you feel me? Real life, yeah, ayy, yeah Yeah, I just made a hit, so let's toast to that Made it home tonight, so let's smoke to that God keep blessin' us, so let's toast to that Came up out the corner, how I'm 'posed to act? Loose lips sink ships, been exposed to that Real **** never die, so let's toast to that Real **** never die, so let's toast to that Real **** never die, so let's toast to that Shawty talk crazy, we in all black We in black masks, all my *****s strapped Ayy, man, let's toast to that We been gettin' money from the jump (From the jump) I came through, felony inside my trunk (Inside my trunk) Before rap, *****s been about them dumps, ooh Before rap, *****s been on these c****s, ooh I don't how we 'posed to fake all the funk Yeah, I just made a hit, so let's toast to that Made it home tonight, so let's smoke to that God keep blessin' us, so let's toast to that Came up out the corner, how I'm 'posed to act? Loose lips sink ships, been exposed to that Real **** never die, so let's toast to that Real **** never die, so let's toast to that Real **** never die, so let's toast to that Gangsters never die, so let's toast to that **** your *****, and I take her on trips But ain't no postin' that (No postin' that *****) I had to put in that work, For the set, 'fore I sold the bag Whip hard and cut every seven grams, Sold her this good crack (Woo, woo, woo) I mix it up with the b-tweezy, my ***** Vitamins good for my geekers, my ***** The blow Trader Joe, got that organic **** And a hunnid packs stuffed in the freezer, my ***** We dumpin', and drop it out Bussin' packets like pimple, we poppin' off I can't talk on my phone, 'cause I'm talkin' raw Feel like Steven Seagal, I'm Above the Law *****, **** the law (***** **** the) I just cut off all my *******, so let's toast to that Made a couple million, can't let a ho get close to that I told papi the rock it wasn't lockin', I sent that coca back I had to put in that work, for the set, 'fore I sold the bag Tryna find my next drug never meant so much And vices never cared about my age either Money, cars, clothes, hoes, the steering wheels the same The family And only I could be the teacher in the end
