Real Real
Finna take it back to the real real
Lone shooter by me don't get killed
Look down my barrel you revealed
You ain't goin do nothing stand still
Pussy boy don't be something you ain't
I'm trynna get paid something you can't
I don't spit ice cold I spit flames
Knock you to the floor no Liu Kang
Fuck all the fakes I'm finna win
Imma young king with a pad and pen
I guess that means I'm the young king pin
Imma dead the goat and wear it's skin
On a adventure no Jake and Finn
Only thing that's high is my chinny chin
Only strait gas we stay puffin
Meliodus Imma deadly sin
Music my baby mamma songs are my kids
Bust in that bitch and she pop out a hit
Havin fun with the craft gettin so lit
This is the dream since a young little kid
Things that I want I go ahead and get
Get out the picture you don't seem to fit
Sacrifice love to get what I am sent
Ain't got no time for love or a bitch
Complaining boutta job that you got
Working 9 to 5 on the clock
Taking all this money that you sought
Grinding all the way to the top
Choke hold gotcha in a lock
Hold up
Done what I never should of
Fucking your bitch doing push ups
Stealing your peach I go two up
Y'all immature n I grew up
You say you different bitch but I can't even tell the difference
Remember young boy always hopping over fences
No one gonna help me so I got independents
Bitches love me cause I got confidences
Get out my face and stay in your section
This the shit I stay feeling like blessing
Like Robin Hood your bitch we stay finnesin
You a whole mess but all my crew a mess in
Pretty mothafucka but I like it, ya
Hang you from the rope you choked up
Me and my clique don't give 2 fucks
Bout you or your bitch she lick me up
Gonna get this fill up my cup
All I got is skill don't need no luck
Let out the clip now my gun takes a dump
I'll take the chance you won't take that jump
Mofuckas in dms be hatin
Imma make em feel my greatness
I'm a star, shootin at them with my rages
Got no faces They trippin over laces 
Imma let them know they places
This bag is what we be chasin
Killin this shit like Freddy vs Jason
Keep secrets we not free masons
Lone shooter by me don't get killed
Look down my barrel you revealed
You ain't goin do nothing stand still
Pussy boy don't be something you ain't
I'm trynna get paid something you can't
I don't spit ice cold I spit flames
Knock you to the floor no Liu Kang
Fuck all the fakes I'm finna win
Imma young king with a pad and pen
I guess that means I'm the young king pin
Imma dead the goat and wear it's skin
On a adventure no Jake and Finn
Only thing that's high is my chinny chin
Only strait gas we stay puffin
Meliodus Imma deadly sin
Music my baby mamma songs are my kids
Bust in that bitch and she pop out a hit
Havin fun with the craft gettin so lit
This is the dream since a young little kid
Things that I want I go ahead and get
Get out the picture you don't seem to fit
Sacrifice love to get what I am sent
Ain't got no time for love or a bitch
Complaining boutta job that you got
Working 9 to 5 on the clock
Taking all this money that you sought
Grinding all the way to the top
Choke hold gotcha in a lock
Hold up
Done what I never should of
Fucking your bitch doing push ups
Stealing your peach I go two up
Y'all immature n I grew up
You say you different bitch but I can't even tell the difference
Remember young boy always hopping over fences
No one gonna help me so I got independents
Bitches love me cause I got confidences
Get out my face and stay in your section
This the shit I stay feeling like blessing
Like Robin Hood your bitch we stay finnesin
You a whole mess but all my crew a mess in
Pretty mothafucka but I like it, ya
Hang you from the rope you choked up
Me and my clique don't give 2 fucks
Bout you or your bitch she lick me up
Gonna get this fill up my cup
All I got is skill don't need no luck
Let out the clip now my gun takes a dump
I'll take the chance you won't take that jump
Mofuckas in dms be hatin
Imma make em feel my greatness
I'm a star, shootin at them with my rages
Got no faces They trippin over laces 
Imma let them know they places
This bag is what we be chasin
Killin this shit like Freddy vs Jason
Keep secrets we not free masons
Credits
Writer(s): Sisqo Salazar
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