Soundtrack
Aye
I'm right to it, talk to em nigga
I ain't come to talk
Plus I'm raspy
As usual
Ugh, Look
You know we from the East Coast right
Being Self Made is optimal
You gotta focus just to profit so
I ain't going back and forth
With niggas who ain't got no doe
Money ain't everything
But that statement's hard to know
When all we ever been before
Is youngins with our pockets low
Monday's we was stressing
Tuesday's learn the lesson
Wednesday's we apply it
Make it fit just like it's Tetris
Thursday's we collecting
Friday's we was outside
Tryna see the world
From different angles like we cock-eyed
Chasing all these girls
Who look like angels with a wild side
Plus they down to tango
If you pull up in a drop ride
Your buzz as big as high rise
Hate gone come from outside
Gotta keep them niggas in they place
Like apartheid
Wise words coming from my higher mind
Plus we got our pride on the line
But when you self made there's options bro
Only the strong seek the thrill
This the soundtrack for the real
What the fuck you think I made it for
Let it breathe
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah
This the soundtrack for the real
What the fuck you think I made it for
Think I made it for
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
This the soundtrack for the real
And everybody won't make it
You know it
So don't take take it to heart
You playing safe or are you playing your part
They made a target out my heart
Like we playing with darts
Don't let that love and light shit fool you dog
We play in the dark, but
It'd be advantageous
For you not to play with players
You leave your girl on ice
I'll have a scoop
Cause she's my flavor
In your raps you keep it gangsta
And I'm hearing what you saying
But it's really not connecting
Like your phone is out of data
Goofy shut up
Before your mouth get done up
Cause for the clout
They hoe you out
You hit all fours and put your butt up
So run up
You put no fear in my heart
You put no food on this table
You put no gas in this car
I bust my ass from the start
Now all the hate been exposed
So many ways
They was tryna take my soul
But a legend never dies you know
This the voice they tried to kill
Plus this verse is for the real
What the fuck you think I laid it for
Let it breathe
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah
This the soundtrack for the real
What the fuck you think I made it for
Think I made it for
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
This the soundtrack for the real
I'm right to it, talk to em nigga
I ain't come to talk
Plus I'm raspy
As usual
Ugh, Look
You know we from the East Coast right
Being Self Made is optimal
You gotta focus just to profit so
I ain't going back and forth
With niggas who ain't got no doe
Money ain't everything
But that statement's hard to know
When all we ever been before
Is youngins with our pockets low
Monday's we was stressing
Tuesday's learn the lesson
Wednesday's we apply it
Make it fit just like it's Tetris
Thursday's we collecting
Friday's we was outside
Tryna see the world
From different angles like we cock-eyed
Chasing all these girls
Who look like angels with a wild side
Plus they down to tango
If you pull up in a drop ride
Your buzz as big as high rise
Hate gone come from outside
Gotta keep them niggas in they place
Like apartheid
Wise words coming from my higher mind
Plus we got our pride on the line
But when you self made there's options bro
Only the strong seek the thrill
This the soundtrack for the real
What the fuck you think I made it for
Let it breathe
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah
This the soundtrack for the real
What the fuck you think I made it for
Think I made it for
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
This the soundtrack for the real
And everybody won't make it
You know it
So don't take take it to heart
You playing safe or are you playing your part
They made a target out my heart
Like we playing with darts
Don't let that love and light shit fool you dog
We play in the dark, but
It'd be advantageous
For you not to play with players
You leave your girl on ice
I'll have a scoop
Cause she's my flavor
In your raps you keep it gangsta
And I'm hearing what you saying
But it's really not connecting
Like your phone is out of data
Goofy shut up
Before your mouth get done up
Cause for the clout
They hoe you out
You hit all fours and put your butt up
So run up
You put no fear in my heart
You put no food on this table
You put no gas in this car
I bust my ass from the start
Now all the hate been exposed
So many ways
They was tryna take my soul
But a legend never dies you know
This the voice they tried to kill
Plus this verse is for the real
What the fuck you think I laid it for
Let it breathe
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah
This the soundtrack for the real
What the fuck you think I made it for
Think I made it for
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
This the soundtrack for the real
Credits
Writer(s): Terrence Copeland
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