Real Shii

Take my heat off
It's too hot in here

They ain't fighting no more
Now they point em up
I don't do no sprintin'
I'm still the runner up

You got the bags
What's the ticket on them
I don't do no running off
My nigga lets make a Milly on em

I'm serving bags
Ain't no other way
You looking at me different
But I vision better days

This shit so genuine
I bring your name up
When I pray
She can't even talk to me

She know that I'ma change her ways
Yeah
I'm feeling hella vibes
When we kick it

Little baby what's your vision
Talk to me, I listen
You always knew that I would shine
Way before the pendant

And then grills permanent
So you know that I seen the dentist
Uh
I might not make it in this

But you never know
You feel like ending this shit
Like you better off
I'm just too real

Still the best for you
They put that map out right now
I found the chest for you
They ain't fighting no more

Now they point em up
I don't do no sprinting
I'm still the runner up
You got the bags

What's the ticket on them
I don't do no running off
My nigga lets make a million on them
Uh

Long ass flights
Long ass pipes
All this damn serving
Them some long ass nights

I miss my nigga a little more
Every fucking week
It take money to go to war
I can tell they weak

But my money at galore
They already beat
Traffic in and out the doors
It's trails from they feet

It is what it is
Fuck what it was
Remember when I prayed for five
Now I got a dub

Bitch, it's cold
Need a mink
draining need a sink
Don't ask me why I stay up

I might miss it if I blink
Classy hood nigga
Always got my money neat
Devil with the gun

That's the other side of me
They ain't fighting no more
Now they point em up
I don't do no sprinting

I'm still the runner up
You got the bags
What's the ticket on them
I don't do no running off

My nigga lets make a million on them
Uh
Long ass flights
Long ass pipes

All this damn serving
These some long ass nights
I miss my nigga a little more
Every fucking week

It take money to go to war
I can tell they weak
Oh God