232 (Interlude) Video (MV)

We gone do it for the 232
Ooh, yeah yeah yeah
Polk Boy

As far as being real is concerned
I don't bother to indulge with those who haven't earned
I, rather f*ck with the niggas who mama cooked for
15 on the yard doin push ups

Boy I miss ya, that's all i gotta say
I know you on yo way home and I can't wait to see that day

I been on it like i promised im expectin soon too
I got way too much to make and way too much more to lose

But don't you get it confused wethe ones that's doin thangs
We the ones that you don't see but steady be hearin bout our name

I got bitches to my left
Niggas to my right
Flag on the same side
Pistol on my side

Smellin like a pound
Lookin like a brick
I done seen what bein broke feel like and ain't been ever since

Hoe I'm ballin in the mix
You should probably make a wish
Rub me right and i can get you out that Prada that you in

Cause, ladies love me
I'm on my cool j
Take a picture with yo misses sorry mister

Bitch Polk Street raised me
From 20 down to 67
Pour a beverage toast all my niggaz who still doin it the harder way
Yup the hardest way

I know what it feels like to actually turn god away
Low key I'm blessed to be alive today

Yeah yeah yeah, yeah
Nah for real though
Nah for real
Nah for real though
Hey

Y'all don't even understand
What it feels to turn a boy into a man
Coming up in this cold world

Y'all don't even know the half of it
No, no no no
Y'all don't even know the
Real real, real real

No no, no no no
No no

All that other shit frivolous, for real
All that other shit frivolous you feel me
All that other shit dead, that shit over with
That shit outta there
On Blood
Mm, mm
R.I.P Monty