Who Real Anymore?
Tell em label me a real one
All this fake love I dont know who real anymore
Blowing up my phone, Asking for doe
Asking for doe
Steady asking for the doe
Just a young-an thirteen caught up the streets
Shots out the window yeah they left my bro deceased
Happened five years but it still repeats
Lil bro you finally at peace
Changed for the better now they wanna run they mouth
Did this on my own why you think I need u now
All these hard times ima make it out
It's gon happen somehow
It plays in my head like it was yesterday
Drive by,Shots bussin he was trying get out the way
Six bullet in his body he knew it was his day
Behind the trash can he started to pray
When it come to do the straps,no we don't lack
While u selling one gram we already sold six packs
You ain't making no money I think u need to get on track
Figure it out then and come bounce back
If my bro start Bussin u know I'm finna shoot
You a snake ass nigga started tucking all the loot
When my main around u da substitute
You was telling on the bros we just had to execute
All this fake love I dont know who real anymore
Blowing up my phone, Asking for doe
Asking for doe
Steady asking for the doe
Just a young-an thirteen caught up the streets
Shots out the window yeah they left my bro deceased
Happened five years but it still repeats
Lil bro you finally at peace
Changed for the better now they wanna run they mouth
Did this on my own why you think I need u now
All these hard times ima make it out
It's gon happen somehow
Keep 100 is you riding till the end
They threaten you with jail time and nigga start to bend
Life short ion got time to spend
Them niggas you call friends ain't really yo friend
Bailed out my shooter got make sure he was straight
Caught a couple bodies but got booked for moving weight
Slumped off the drank is how I like to navigate
I do this for real, you just hallucinate
My trust so fucked up only fuck with a few
I don't want nun of them bills if the strips ain't blue
I owe every thing to my momma for what I put her through
How I get all this u know how i do
All this fake love I dont know who real anymore
Blowing up my phone, Asking for doe
Asking for doe
Steady asking for the doe
Just a young-an thirteen caught up the streets
Shots out the window yeah they left my bro deceased
Happened five years but it still repeats
Lil bro you finally at peace
Changed for the better now they wanna run they mouth
Did this on my own why you think I need u now
All these hard times ima make it out
It's gon happen somehow
All this fake love I dont know who real anymore
Blowing up my phone, Asking for doe
Asking for doe
Steady asking for the doe
Just a young-an thirteen caught up the streets
Shots out the window yeah they left my bro deceased
Happened five years but it still repeats
Lil bro you finally at peace
Changed for the better now they wanna run they mouth
Did this on my own why you think I need u now
All these hard times ima make it out
It's gon happen somehow
It plays in my head like it was yesterday
Drive by,Shots bussin he was trying get out the way
Six bullet in his body he knew it was his day
Behind the trash can he started to pray
When it come to do the straps,no we don't lack
While u selling one gram we already sold six packs
You ain't making no money I think u need to get on track
Figure it out then and come bounce back
If my bro start Bussin u know I'm finna shoot
You a snake ass nigga started tucking all the loot
When my main around u da substitute
You was telling on the bros we just had to execute
All this fake love I dont know who real anymore
Blowing up my phone, Asking for doe
Asking for doe
Steady asking for the doe
Just a young-an thirteen caught up the streets
Shots out the window yeah they left my bro deceased
Happened five years but it still repeats
Lil bro you finally at peace
Changed for the better now they wanna run they mouth
Did this on my own why you think I need u now
All these hard times ima make it out
It's gon happen somehow
Keep 100 is you riding till the end
They threaten you with jail time and nigga start to bend
Life short ion got time to spend
Them niggas you call friends ain't really yo friend
Bailed out my shooter got make sure he was straight
Caught a couple bodies but got booked for moving weight
Slumped off the drank is how I like to navigate
I do this for real, you just hallucinate
My trust so fucked up only fuck with a few
I don't want nun of them bills if the strips ain't blue
I owe every thing to my momma for what I put her through
How I get all this u know how i do
All this fake love I dont know who real anymore
Blowing up my phone, Asking for doe
Asking for doe
Steady asking for the doe
Just a young-an thirteen caught up the streets
Shots out the window yeah they left my bro deceased
Happened five years but it still repeats
Lil bro you finally at peace
Changed for the better now they wanna run they mouth
Did this on my own why you think I need u now
All these hard times ima make it out
It's gon happen somehow
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Writer(s): Andy Severiano
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