Fr, So Real

Rappers out here be real life puppets
But I can not go
Run up on me and see if I'm slipppin
Yeah that's fasho
My niggas they down the road
Ain't none of my niggas no hoes
Stay strict to the code and I'm stayin 10 toes
A nigga can't fold, a nigga can't peak
Runnin up racks with my team
Feelin like I'm dreamin and its 92
Smokin a blunt while I'm fuckin a bitch
That's jus'sum shit that I do
I hop from the coupe to the stu
Neck be so sick got the flu
Ya'll niggas really think ya'll in controll
But ya'll ain't even got a clue

When I found out bout Kobe I almost turned blue
Late night jus thinkin like fuck did they do
Like fuck did they do
Me and my niggas we all want success
Think bout the price you pay to be the best
Remember that everyday is a test
Yeah everyday is a test

Call me the pope all my niggas stay blessed
Brotherhood shit but a nigga not stressed
I still got opps keep a bullet proof vest
Look into this shit like a nigga obsessed

Bottle shit up so we love to get lifted
You might just say that a nigga addicted
She caught my vibe so she know that I'm with it
Not into that bitch so I hit it and quit it

Rappers out here be real life puppets
But I can not go
Run up on me and see if I'm slipppin
Yeah that's fasho
My niggas they down the road
Ain't none of my niggas no hoes
Stay strict to the code and I'm stayin 10 toes
A nigga can't fold, a nigga can't peak

I only talk shit cuz a nigga conceded
We so elite so we ain't gettin beated
You vote for these niggas but don't know the treason
Feelin some type of way but you do not know the reason

We spin his block, we finna bleed it
I got these bullets and I'm finna fead em
Yo energy off and you know I could read it



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Writer(s): Morris White
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