Two Real

Fresh off that defense
If it don't make me a millionaire
It dont make sense
You asleep I'm at work
This the late shift
Miami hopped out the flight
For a day trip

Maybe I keep it too real
I can show you how
It feel to be a big deal
People want my spot
But they won't do what it entails
I work hard as hell
But I'm still
Holding all the wait
You can check the scale
I just shipped a pack the other day
Go ahead and check the mail
I promise if it's something to be sold
Then ima make it sell
And I probably know a couple killers
I would never tell
They be underestimating me
Cus they don't know me well
Never gave a fuck about a hater
I just bought a ticket
Bout to hit the beach
And sip on margaritas with my bitches
Shoot back to the way
And hit the studio to do a feature
You know who they banging on the Speakers they know to respect me When they see me
The mitten got some of the baddest
You can tell hun
I'm only rolling up the shit
That you can smell hun
Popped out south beach
Just to shoot a flick
I might throw a mansion party
For the hell of it
Gave me head
Didn't fuck I wish he would flex
I might piss somebody off
With what I pull next
I ain't with the drama too cute
Got a couple niggas that will shoot
Ask about me
They a tell you I'm the truth
In my mentions
But in person they be mute
I dont really like to brag
But they can't do it how I do
Cus what
They know what the fuck is going on
The mitten got some of the baddest
You can tell hun
I'm only rolling up
The shit that you can smell hun
Popped out south beach
Just to shoot a flick
I might throw a mansion party
For the hell of it

Maybe I keep it too real
I can show you
How It feel to be a big deal
People want my spot
But they won't do what it entails
Keep it real
Keep it real
Keep it two real



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Writer(s): Lateasha Allen
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