ForRealz?

Goofy nigga wanna start the static
Whas hanin?
Nigga soft his pussy made of fabric
No jacket
Now this nigga wanna get to cappin
He plastic
Yeah I'm quick to call a nigga plastic if he fake
So I think he playin and a nigga gunna say

For real?
For real?
For real?
For real?
For real?
For real?
For real?
For real?

My nigga you being forreal
Bitch is you forreal
Forreal
Forreal
Forreal
Forreal

My Nigga I'll fight you
Like I'm Ken or Ryu
Lil mama come here
I think that I like you
My puns happen fast
And beware of my haikus
Bars is testimony
My rap notes my bible

My nigga you being forreal
I'm asking you what is the deal
I'm hungry her pussy my meal
(Yummy)

Her pussy is starving she what I desire
I must be a dragon I'm spitting hot fire
Go read my lyrics you think I'm a liar
So I can show you why I'll never retire

All of these punk niggas can never phase me
My bars is so cold and my punch lines amazing
But I am just saying that when we are blazing
These blunts and this beat is what I'm terminating

For real?
For real?
For real?
For real? (Nope)

My nigga you being forreal
Bitch is you forreal
For real
For real
For real
For real
For real
For real
For real
For real



Credits
Writer(s): Trae Jackson
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