Fo' Real
Got a house and no pool in it
Gotta snake for some jewels in here
My life, their no room in here, still in the gym
Got some shoes man spend a gib
For my brother, I give a rip
California, yeah, I'm smoking it
Nearly fell off in the room to equip
Palm flames all on my hoodie, I do not need a bic
Heartache, it's hurting my chest, they will not lose a brick
Landed in LA, jump in a GLE, fuck all the TAX
Dirty money just give it a rest
In LA and I smoking the best
This ting got me smoking a zest
My brudda went in, crashed a Benz
Can't you squeeze all my freemz
In the club wearing some Louis V-tracks
Keep the cash and the weed and the swishers with Rizla
All in the Luis V pouch
I lost myself, sucking predicaments
Yeah then I wen't and I foul
My dargs always with my like Hounds
On the top I refuse to come down
There's a storm of this whip, you don't drown
Going round after round after round
Smoke a pound of the pound the pound
And my bruddas, they show me doubt
She knows it goes in her mouth
I lift off, I ain't touch ground
She sees double C's, yeah, yeah
She's on her knees, yeah
You said you'll be Haji, yeah yeah it was all a dream
Now it's a reality, money got them in silent T
I put some soap on my Rolex, I got time to clean
Ahh, why's your mouth so mean?
Burning expensive gasoline
I did my flow in some kerosene
I told Elizabeth marry me
They leave the cash on me
I didn't let anyone carry me
This is for real, for real
This is for real, for real
They leave the cash on me
I didn't let anyone carry me
This is for real, for real
This is for real, for real
She sees double C's, yeah, yeah
She's on her knees, yeah
You said you'll be Haji, yeah yeah it was all a dream
Now it's a reality, money got them in silent T
I put some soap on my Rolex, I got time to clean
Ahh, why's your mouth so mean?
Burning expensive gasoline
I did my flow in some kerosene
I told Elizabeth marry me
They leave the cash on me
I didn't let anyone carry me
This is for real, for real
This is for real, for real
They leave the cash on me
I didn't let anyone carry me
This is for real, for real
This is for real, for real
Gotta snake for some jewels in here
My life, their no room in here, still in the gym
Got some shoes man spend a gib
For my brother, I give a rip
California, yeah, I'm smoking it
Nearly fell off in the room to equip
Palm flames all on my hoodie, I do not need a bic
Heartache, it's hurting my chest, they will not lose a brick
Landed in LA, jump in a GLE, fuck all the TAX
Dirty money just give it a rest
In LA and I smoking the best
This ting got me smoking a zest
My brudda went in, crashed a Benz
Can't you squeeze all my freemz
In the club wearing some Louis V-tracks
Keep the cash and the weed and the swishers with Rizla
All in the Luis V pouch
I lost myself, sucking predicaments
Yeah then I wen't and I foul
My dargs always with my like Hounds
On the top I refuse to come down
There's a storm of this whip, you don't drown
Going round after round after round
Smoke a pound of the pound the pound
And my bruddas, they show me doubt
She knows it goes in her mouth
I lift off, I ain't touch ground
She sees double C's, yeah, yeah
She's on her knees, yeah
You said you'll be Haji, yeah yeah it was all a dream
Now it's a reality, money got them in silent T
I put some soap on my Rolex, I got time to clean
Ahh, why's your mouth so mean?
Burning expensive gasoline
I did my flow in some kerosene
I told Elizabeth marry me
They leave the cash on me
I didn't let anyone carry me
This is for real, for real
This is for real, for real
They leave the cash on me
I didn't let anyone carry me
This is for real, for real
This is for real, for real
She sees double C's, yeah, yeah
She's on her knees, yeah
You said you'll be Haji, yeah yeah it was all a dream
Now it's a reality, money got them in silent T
I put some soap on my Rolex, I got time to clean
Ahh, why's your mouth so mean?
Burning expensive gasoline
I did my flow in some kerosene
I told Elizabeth marry me
They leave the cash on me
I didn't let anyone carry me
This is for real, for real
This is for real, for real
They leave the cash on me
I didn't let anyone carry me
This is for real, for real
This is for real, for real
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Fisher, Mathias Sorum, Phillip Cromwell, Mohammed Hassan, Epikh
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