#Real
Lyrics
Second to none... ain't in me too run I'm nun to fuck wit
Glock twenty three make it harder to breathe like he got on snug fit
Blocks that I bleed been there since 03 bro I used too hug shit
I was jus tryna go work on my three my thugs wanna plug shit
All of us came out the mud bitch jus to sit on dat porch was dumb risk
Dont hold this shit for no fun bitch real circumstances wat this come wit
Dat nigga be witchu today den Yu a play cuz he low on funds shit
Same nigga dat ate in yo place an smile in yo face shit ah get so sick
Ain't tricking me out my position I'm ona defensive wit this big four nick
Me I was never on sippin shit up in my trenches is best if Yu don't slip
Shoot that bitch off wit precision cuz Up In my section is best if Yu don't miss
Nigga plot on Yu cuz of Yu winning like dey can't go get it man dats cold shit (Beat)
All dese niggas dats gettin defended ain't really on shit jus run wit a swole clique
Don't care if Yu gettin offended cuz in my opinion ain't sayin the wrong shit
Dat nigga dats claimin he real nigga can't be real witcha he a real bitch
My goal is my pockets be hella big not too be relevant
Different from them in my element bitch cuz I trip wit Intelligence
I put a thirty all of the weapons definite Yu know I'm stephin
We know dat most of Dese niggas gne run what dey mean when they be steppin
We jus sit back an we watch who get on alotta Dese niggas be flexin
Know if I gotta come get on dat ass dat nigga gone need him a blessing
Dat choppa look long like a ruler sumn shit I can come teach a lesson
Dey Be Like he disrespecting I be Like fuck what you reppin
Betta tread light when Yu jump in Dese waters only sharks up in my section
All dat hatin like a double flagrant dat shit can cause for yo ejection
Vamanos nigga adios sent the nigga off like a message
Quick to switch for the next best shit Shit coo I respect it
Gotta watch niggas who do anything for another nigga too accept em
Stand alone cuz ima die alone dats da shit I'm on till I'm restin
Really doe I got goons bitch one phone call an no questions
Glock over smith an wessen have a nigga smoked like a gang session
Writer(s): DEMETRIUS ROBINSON, TERRANCE BROWN
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
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