"The Real" lyrics
[Intro:]
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[Fmb Dz:]
My hand on the wheel, my feet on the gas
Fuck breaks, I had to watch for snakes
I had to cut my grass
My momma on my ass, she see all this cash
Fuck my ex bitch, I left her in the past
Last night I hit a bitch with a fat ass
And I ain't even give no cheese to her rat ass
You want some loud, how that smoke
He got that good gas
Bitch I'm good in every hood, I don't need no pass
Put a rubber band on yo broke ass
Send some shots at yo mans when I ride pass
You know niggas know the game, they know how we rocking
Pull up to a nigga block with them top shottas
They ain't know we gone hope out with them twin choppas
Nigga ain't nobody running, boy somebody dropping
And if I'm talking on the phone you know a nigga coping
And if I got them bands on me, bitch you know I'm shopping
[P Rock:]
I came a long way, I was dead broke
I had a long talk with B, then I hit the road
I got bitches that gon fuck when I say so
I got niggas that's gone kill when I say go
All they do is play with handguns and dracos
Drop a four and drop a eight in a faygo
I had a bad kinky bitch that like to play roles
She fuck me good, I kick her out
She can't say long
Don't show no love in these streets, that's what they pray on
I'm bout to save the rap game, I threw my cape on
Yesterday I fucked my bitch with my bape on
Put my ice on my neck, got my skate on
[Fmb Dz:]
They locked the game up, I do it for my guys
All these rap niggas out here telling lies
We ain't the same nigga, stay in your lane nigga
You can't hang with us, you ain't gang nigga
I done ran up a check on these lame niggas
You was broke a year ago, you still the same nigga
Do it for the cheese, fuck the fame nigga
When them cameras go off, I'm still the same nigga
I got a hunnid rounds, I don't aim nigga
If you look me in my eyes, you see the pain nigga
I'm on a 2 story, that bitch where I chill at
All that friendly ass shit you can kill that
You heard the intro lil nigga, ain't no get backs
Knock a quarter pound off you with this Big Mac
I ain't got my .45, I got my draco
Turn around gang bitch, we don't play roles
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TAG
[Fmb Dz:]
My hand on the wheel, my feet on the gas
Fuck breaks, I had to watch for snakes
I had to cut my grass
My momma on my ass, she see all this cash
Fuck my ex bitch, I left her in the past
Last night I hit a bitch with a fat ass
And I ain't even give no cheese to her rat ass
You want some loud, how that smoke
He got that good gas
Bitch I'm good in every hood, I don't need no pass
Put a rubber band on yo broke ass
Send some shots at yo mans when I ride pass
You know niggas know the game, they know how we rocking
Pull up to a nigga block with them top shottas
They ain't know we gone hope out with them twin choppas
Nigga ain't nobody running, boy somebody dropping
And if I'm talking on the phone you know a nigga coping
And if I got them bands on me, bitch you know I'm shopping
[P Rock:]
I came a long way, I was dead broke
I had a long talk with B, then I hit the road
I got bitches that gon fuck when I say so
I got niggas that's gone kill when I say go
All they do is play with handguns and dracos
Drop a four and drop a eight in a faygo
I had a bad kinky bitch that like to play roles
She fuck me good, I kick her out
She can't say long
Don't show no love in these streets, that's what they pray on
I'm bout to save the rap game, I threw my cape on
Yesterday I fucked my bitch with my bape on
Put my ice on my neck, got my skate on
[Fmb Dz:]
They locked the game up, I do it for my guys
All these rap niggas out here telling lies
We ain't the same nigga, stay in your lane nigga
You can't hang with us, you ain't gang nigga
I done ran up a check on these lame niggas
You was broke a year ago, you still the same nigga
Do it for the cheese, fuck the fame nigga
When them cameras go off, I'm still the same nigga
I got a hunnid rounds, I don't aim nigga
If you look me in my eyes, you see the pain nigga
I'm on a 2 story, that bitch where I chill at
All that friendly ass shit you can kill that
You heard the intro lil nigga, ain't no get backs
Knock a quarter pound off you with this Big Mac
I ain't got my .45, I got my draco
Turn around gang bitch, we don't play roles
