"Fa Real" lyrics
(Boot me up, Tez)
(D-Diego)
Draped up, dripped out in that Chrome
For real, I'm the one who come through, set the tone
For real, I'll really call shots like Al Capone
For real, call a hit and send a blitz, get 'em gone, for real
Draped up, dripped out in that Chrome
For real, I'm the one who come through, set the tone
For real, I'll really call shots like Al Capone
For real, call a hit and send a blitz, get 'em gone, for real
Money, cars, clothes and the hoes
That's all a nigga see, what the fuck am I supposed
To rap about? Same shit we doin', what you cap about
Get a brick, bust it down, weigh it up and trap it out
The shit we keepin' secret, that's the same shit they be braggin' 'bout
We're fuckin' 'em and leavin' 'em, that's the hoes they mad about
But he mad at me and not his bitch, what the fuck is that about?
Baby, I'm a cold-ass nigga, bring your jacket out
Nah, for real, lace my cleats up, hit the field
Had two hundred bands 'fore I signed a major deal
Had two hundred shots and a boat like a Navy Seal
I was wavy way back then and nigga, I'm wavy still
Draped up, dripped out in that Chrome
For real, I'm the one who come through, set the tone
For real, I'll really call shots like Al Capone
For real, call a hit and send a blitz, get 'em gone, for real
Draped up, dripped out in that Chrome
For real, I'm the one who come through, set the tone
For real, I'll really call shots like Al Capone
For real, call a hit and send a blitz, get 'em gone, for real
Touch down in the city, shut it down, for real
Where the bitches that look pretty? Where the pills?
The pills, where the blickies? Where the switches? Where my niggas down to kill?
Pick me up, LAX, hit the hood, then hit the hills
Say I gained a lot of weight 'cause I never miss a meal
Rory call me with the deals, know I need at least a mill'
Pourin' fours, loadin' choppas, give a fuck 'bout how you feel
Eatin' pasta, I remember puttin' water in my cereal, nah, for real
Mari went to work, paid the bills
And I grew up, got some work, and I sold every type of pill
I do it for my son, I do it for the mills
I do it so damn good, when I speak, you get the chills
'Cause I'm serious, I'm legitimate, I'm for real
I'm all of the above and they can't even keep it real
I'm the chosen one, for real
I'm blessed, I know for real
Rest in peace to all my niggas, know I miss y'all lot, for real
For real
(D-Diego)
Draped up, dripped out in that Chrome
For real, I'm the one who come through, set the tone
For real, I'll really call shots like Al Capone
For real, call a hit and send a blitz, get 'em gone, for real
Draped up, dripped out in that Chrome
For real, I'm the one who come through, set the tone
For real, I'll really call shots like Al Capone
For real, call a hit and send a blitz, get 'em gone, for real
Money, cars, clothes and the hoes
That's all a nigga see, what the fuck am I supposed
To rap about? Same shit we doin', what you cap about
Get a brick, bust it down, weigh it up and trap it out
The shit we keepin' secret, that's the same shit they be braggin' 'bout
We're fuckin' 'em and leavin' 'em, that's the hoes they mad about
But he mad at me and not his bitch, what the fuck is that about?
Baby, I'm a cold-ass nigga, bring your jacket out
Nah, for real, lace my cleats up, hit the field
Had two hundred bands 'fore I signed a major deal
Had two hundred shots and a boat like a Navy Seal
I was wavy way back then and nigga, I'm wavy still
Draped up, dripped out in that Chrome
For real, I'm the one who come through, set the tone
For real, I'll really call shots like Al Capone
For real, call a hit and send a blitz, get 'em gone, for real
Draped up, dripped out in that Chrome
For real, I'm the one who come through, set the tone
For real, I'll really call shots like Al Capone
For real, call a hit and send a blitz, get 'em gone, for real
Touch down in the city, shut it down, for real
Where the bitches that look pretty? Where the pills?
The pills, where the blickies? Where the switches? Where my niggas down to kill?
Pick me up, LAX, hit the hood, then hit the hills
Say I gained a lot of weight 'cause I never miss a meal
Rory call me with the deals, know I need at least a mill'
Pourin' fours, loadin' choppas, give a fuck 'bout how you feel
Eatin' pasta, I remember puttin' water in my cereal, nah, for real
Mari went to work, paid the bills
And I grew up, got some work, and I sold every type of pill
I do it for my son, I do it for the mills
I do it so damn good, when I speak, you get the chills
'Cause I'm serious, I'm legitimate, I'm for real
I'm all of the above and they can't even keep it real
I'm the chosen one, for real
I'm blessed, I know for real
Rest in peace to all my niggas, know I miss y'all lot, for real
For real
Writer(s): Diego Avendano, Alejandro Carranza, Jordan Scott
