Titles

To the moon
Real niggas, not a lot of them
(No no no no)
To the moon
Real niggas, not a lot of them

Uh
Real niggas, not a lot of them
And I will never ever claim that title off of what I thought I am
I let the homies, all my brothers and they mothers certify that status
My bro be gripping that plastic
He a lil manufacturer
He don't do no trapping, I need automatics
Switches on them Glocks, they gon keep on blasting

To the moon I'm passing
I tell you everyday, I swear your ears inactive
You pussied up, went passive
I just revoked yo status
Coming for them all, we bandits
We above the law, I'm saying
Looking down on y'all, we standing
Chest puffed out, Superman
Acres of land I plan on
Building a house for the family
Gated community, y'all banished
Y'all get away, we spraying anybody we catch trespassing
No we not doing no passes, I watch 'em fall life flashing
He about to die shit tragic, he was honor roll what happened?
Rolling with the guys, purse snatching
And kidnapping, now he on a rise talking home invasion
In the home where I keep my K at
Answer doors with them all off safety
Popped that bubble and died today
We not playing 'bout paper
No

Uh
Real niggas, not a lot of them
And I will never ever claim that title off of what I thought I am
I let the homies, all my brothers and they mothers certify that status
My bro be gripping that plastic
He a lil manufacturer
He don't do no trapping, I need automatics
Switches on them Glocks, they gon keep on blasting

Bitch I hope you hearing this
Said you love me, I ain't hearing it
Bitch, your company is interim
I want you gone before the night ends
Any confusion hope I cleared it
Racks in these cargo pants, ain't no jeans
Got Amiri denim all on the sleeve
Baguette diamond choker, neck on submarine
But I can't breathe
Uh
No George Floyd, still RIP, try putting your knee on me
You gon Catch 223s
Pussy
I said I'd ball but you just wouldn't agree
Left you in disbelief, now you wanna fuck with me
I put my all into this music, if I don't, put me in the ground six feet
What I got if I can't sing, well I got my family
Or do I, sometimes it seems like they look down on me
Them niggas doubted me
Them bitches clowned on me
She sucked my dick for clout
He want a shout out from me
They wanna rock with me
No one wanna fall with me
Screaming fuck 'em all on god
Please don't involve me

Uh
Real niggas, not a lot of them
And I will never ever claim that title off of what I thought I am
I let the homies, all my brothers and they mothers certify that status
My bro be gripping that plastic
He a lil manufacturer
He don't do no trapping, I need automatics
Switches on them Glocks, they gon keep on blasting



Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Davis
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