Real One

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DY Krazy, uh
 Uh (let's get it)
 I been gangbangin' since a kid, that's how we live
 So I seen bloodshed before Red Snow
 And that's just how that go
 Nobody out here wanna use they head
 So that's why I hit a fly out to go
 Said he ain't never ever gonna amount
 To shit, but look, nigga a rider, though
 Had a couple niggas on our hit list so we ride with four
 And I ain't give a fuck if it's Christmas, I was outside for sure
 We on one, pop out, roll up
 Movin' quick, gotta get a SIG, like, hol' up
 Gettin' a kit, used to pour a six or four up
 Niggas bitches, war time, we was watchin' 'em fold up
 And if the feds ever grabbed my fuckin' folder
 I'ma stay a soldier
 I ain't gon' snitch on no one
 So therefore, I ain't puttin' myself in this situation no more
 I waited long to get where I'm at, I ain't gotta be patient no more
 Oh, you gangster?
 Nigga, you think you gangster?
 Do some gangster shit
 On the strip, same niggas I hung with who claimin' it
 I was hoppin' out the backseat of that Chevy, aimin' it
 And now I'm worth some M's, I'm dangerous
 Your bitch love to fuck me, hit the liquor and start thankin' it
 It say they got my face on Belaire, so that's why she drinkin' it
 Landin', bought a pint of drink, it was fuckin' up my pancreas
 It's 6 a.m. in the stu' in the A, me and DY smokin' some stinky shit
 Shot at me last night, I'm angry
 So I woke up flamin' shit
 Nigga got caught on a date, now all his homies blame his bitch
 Everybody talkin' 'bout I changed and shit
 You the one that changed, bitch
 Matter of fact, nigga, I did change, shit
 I ain't have no chains then
 Crib like I was livin' in a den
 Came and count my dividends
 Now I'm legal, I can spend it then
 Now my closet, my kitchen big
 I ain't even tryna miss your call
 I just been on some busy shit
 On the phone with executives, I wanna hear it
 Ain't even thinkin' 'bout me gettin' rich, uh
 Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah
 (Just me hear out) and we runnin' all the checks up
 I'm tryna see where the 29 bag at
 How Durk gon' put on this bitch
 Go on Google to put on a switch
 Told bro I wanna be rich
 But I started takin' Percs, it's givin' me a itch
 They don't want me to be on that block no more
 Don't rap 'bout the opps no more
 You can't complain, that's how I am
 Just tell them don't get shot no more
 These niggas ain't beefin'
 Throw in the towel
 He told me he vegan
 I don't even try to stop the violence
 No more, 'cause Chino died at the meetin'
 Man, get the fuck out my face
 I was duckin' a federal case
 He went to Iowa and got him a dub, 'cause that was a federal state
 All that beef shit your big homie did in a year, we did in a month
 And I drop some tears for all them
 Years, for bro 'n' 'em, I can't stunt
 I was pissed off at my lawyer, me and Von ain't do shows in months
 I can't blame the judge and state's attorney
 'Cause both of them voted for Trump
 And that shit you said about us
 We ain't hear that from no bitch mouth
 From the 'Raq, where the killers don't ask for a discount
 And all the killers get blicked down
 Two bedroom, no big house
 Warning shots get sent out
 Cocky lil' nigga with my dick out
 Bitch
 

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Duration
02:42
Key
6
Tempo
78 BPM

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