King Von delivers a hard-hitting message about loyalty, authenticity, and street life. He calls out those who pretend to be tough but fail to take action when it matters. With vivid storytelling, he emphasizes the importance of staying true to oneself and one's crew, no matter the circumstances. The lyrics reflect his experiences and the harsh realities of his environment, where betrayal can lead to deadly consequences. King Von's unapologetic stance on handling conflicts and maintaining respect resonates throughout the track, making it a powerful anthem for realness in a world full of pretenders. #RealTalk #StreetLife
Too Real
Lyrics
(D-D-DJ FMCT)
(DJ Bandz, aw man)
Man, these niggas hoes (hoes)
I already know (you know I know)
Tell him drop the lo' (what?)
He gon' get exposed (get exposed)
Too real, I cannot go (I can't)
Plus, I keep a pole (keep my pole)
My chain white and gold (white and gold)
Wrist so cold, I'll make it snow (make it snow)
Rap beef turn to homicide (uh-huh)
You diss then we gon' slide (grrah-grrah)
He got shot but he ain't die (what?)
Sike, you know he died (grrah-grrah)
I fell back and got my bands up (uh-huh)
Still'll make you put your hands up (put your hands up)
I'm with Edogg, he gon' blam somethin' (uh-huh)
Free D.Rose, he ain't tell nothin'
How you real? Your homie just got killed (how?)
And you still ain't did nothin' (what?)
You the type to get booked and tell on your friends (what?)
And act like you ain't said nothin' (damn, damn)
I'll be damned, niggas know who I am (they know)
We got the call and spinned the van, we call it 2 A.M. (let's go)
Niggas think it's sweet (what? What?)
Since I got rich like I won't shoot at them (boom, boom)
I'm on the block, still fuck a broke nigga bitch (yeah)
Boy, I don't give a shit
Ice so cold I make her sick
Know who my dentist is
I done shot so many men (what?)
I think I'm 50 Cent (I think I am)
I ask once, won't ask again (I won't)
Know who you dealin' with
If I crack once, won't crack again (I won't)
Ain't with that feelin' shit (nah, nah, nah)
Man, these niggas hoes (hoes)
I already know (you know I know)
Tell him drop the lo' (what?)
He gon' get exposed (get exposed)
Too real, I cannot go (I can't)
Plus, I keep a pole (keep my pole)
My chain white and gold (white and gold)
Wrist so cold, I'll make it snow (make it snow)
Rap beef turn to homicide (uh-huh)
You diss then we gon' slide (grrah-grrah)
He got shot but he ain't die (what?)
Sike, you know he died (grrah-grrah)
I fell back and got my bands up (uh-huh)
Still'll make you put your hands up (put your hands up)
I'm with Edogg, he gon' blam somethin' (uh-huh)
Free D.Rose, he ain't tell nothin'
Writer(s): Dayvon Bennett
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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