Shit Real
I thank god for everything that I got
I pray a lot to keep me safe a place away from ops
Aimed shots trynna put me in that box
Think not when they try to take my life I 'bout to I'll bang glocks
Flow to wet in like a raindrop
And shit don't ever stop 'till Dachi say stop
I stay hot and never have to change slots
Once I in there no getting rid of me like stain spots
I ain't got no millions yet I'm still broke
Still smoke, Drown my soul in hate I'll still float
Still tryna dodge and duck a Winslow
An bitch I never lose I only win slow
Never on no goofball fuck shit
Want the beef call me a priest 'cause you'll get touched quick
Bitch I'm hella quick to bust a punk lip
And come to think of it dollars my favorite subject
I don't got no fans there ain't no love yet
Never sad cause how to hustle if you upset
Promise all you rappers I'm a tough threat
Stand tall nigga I can probably touch net
I be chilling blowing fat trynna perfect my craft
What an issue start it then I bet I'll beat it fast
Lame niggas talking shit like they be eating ass
Feed me the money I need the bags give me hella cash
Blow up I'm stunting I want it bad, No one stopping that
Get it I'm pulling up in that jag, Make doubters Mad
How niggas want it? I'm giving mags if that talking trash
Flossing I'm on it coping sum rags, Gucci with the tags
Flexin ain't often squashing some fags kick 'em out my path
Message to niggas coughing my name if you see me press
Always all alright with my life cause I ain't going nowhere left
Seeing no light in my eyes I flying to a darker depth
Tryna pick my puzzle pieces up but I can't see em
Try to talk to god a lot but honestly I never reach him
I'm not preaching I just speaking my on what I truly believe in
Get the meaning I ain't here to give reasons I'm just perceiving
I'm a human being
But Swear that always forget that
For all you niggas talking I got something for the chit chat
Click clack
Lay it on my lap and tell em get back
Bigs straps 30 finna clap and watch 'em split fast
Get mad, Homie watch me spaz Before I get sagged
Trey Fifth Seven blowing Six right at yo bitch ass
Homie told me go and get a bag before you get attached
Smokin blowing OZs of tht Gas, Still trynna live to laugh
Only way I'll ever feel relaxed is when I'm In then stacks
Big Dreams
Big Things
Big Screen
Cinemax
Six Rings
Platnium plague
Wrist Bling like a camera flash
Features 50 thousand flat
I get it all then center back
I pray a lot to keep me safe a place away from ops
Aimed shots trynna put me in that box
Think not when they try to take my life I 'bout to I'll bang glocks
Flow to wet in like a raindrop
And shit don't ever stop 'till Dachi say stop
I stay hot and never have to change slots
Once I in there no getting rid of me like stain spots
I ain't got no millions yet I'm still broke
Still smoke, Drown my soul in hate I'll still float
Still tryna dodge and duck a Winslow
An bitch I never lose I only win slow
Never on no goofball fuck shit
Want the beef call me a priest 'cause you'll get touched quick
Bitch I'm hella quick to bust a punk lip
And come to think of it dollars my favorite subject
I don't got no fans there ain't no love yet
Never sad cause how to hustle if you upset
Promise all you rappers I'm a tough threat
Stand tall nigga I can probably touch net
I be chilling blowing fat trynna perfect my craft
What an issue start it then I bet I'll beat it fast
Lame niggas talking shit like they be eating ass
Feed me the money I need the bags give me hella cash
Blow up I'm stunting I want it bad, No one stopping that
Get it I'm pulling up in that jag, Make doubters Mad
How niggas want it? I'm giving mags if that talking trash
Flossing I'm on it coping sum rags, Gucci with the tags
Flexin ain't often squashing some fags kick 'em out my path
Message to niggas coughing my name if you see me press
Always all alright with my life cause I ain't going nowhere left
Seeing no light in my eyes I flying to a darker depth
Tryna pick my puzzle pieces up but I can't see em
Try to talk to god a lot but honestly I never reach him
I'm not preaching I just speaking my on what I truly believe in
Get the meaning I ain't here to give reasons I'm just perceiving
I'm a human being
But Swear that always forget that
For all you niggas talking I got something for the chit chat
Click clack
Lay it on my lap and tell em get back
Bigs straps 30 finna clap and watch 'em split fast
Get mad, Homie watch me spaz Before I get sagged
Trey Fifth Seven blowing Six right at yo bitch ass
Homie told me go and get a bag before you get attached
Smokin blowing OZs of tht Gas, Still trynna live to laugh
Only way I'll ever feel relaxed is when I'm In then stacks
Big Dreams
Big Things
Big Screen
Cinemax
Six Rings
Platnium plague
Wrist Bling like a camera flash
Features 50 thousand flat
I get it all then center back
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Writer(s): Yung Dachi
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