[Verse 1: Calezte Jonez]

If you looking for the realest you should be looking for me
It’s your boy Calezte Jonez coming out of NYC
You ain’t heard about me, you should ask your girlfriend
Last night your girl was riding round the hood in my Benz
Anyway back to me cause this is who it’s about
As I said I come from opposite of the South
Where these niggas don’t exist in the hood
Because it’s filled with real motherfuckers like it should
As about New York I rep the Double B
Brooklyn Bridge nigga where the real niggas be
Tools in our pockets make us like mechanics
You don’t wanna see the audience when it claps bitch
Gangsta attitudes let a nigga know we cruel
Jumpin’ niggas leavin’ niggas in they own drool
Don’t fuck with me boy unless you wanna lose
I’ll knock the dust and you out your fuckin’ shoes