Really Real
You ain't who you claim to be
You ain't even really real
They say the money changing me
Fuck n**** I been that deal
I swear to god my pain deep
Might fuck around and start popping pills
These folks can't even tame me
This dog in me ain't got no chill
I just cut off my old hoes
They probably don't even know how to feel
I just talk to my homie
I'm trying to get him up out the field
I came from nothing, you don't know me
Well fuck n**** I'm really him
I know n***** who'll make your nose bleed
Know n***** who really don't give a damn
N***** flexing they gun, what they know bout murder
They don't even know how to kill
When them white folks get you where they wanna, ain't no crying
N**** ain't no hiding from them
Been through this shit so I know what's up
That's why I don't fuck with twelve
I talk my shit for all the real ones locked behind the cells
What you gone do if a n**** try to rob you in your stash spot
You'll probably tuck your tail and run, you'll probably crash out
You ain't no damn boss, you just totin' yo gun, you like a mascot
Good at popping that mouth, when the shit get real, you really scared now
I ran it up with no handouts
Got ya bitch bent over with her hands down
You talking shit, well say it louder
I'm the man now, I'll say it louder
These goofy n***** be fanned out
Never ran from a n****, all ten down
Keep some bands on me, but I ain't rich dog
I'm just living life, I'm lit now
You ain't who you claim to be
You ain't even really real
They say the money changing me
Fuck n**** I been that deal
I swear to god my pain deep
Might fuck around and start popping pills
These folks can't even tame me
This dog in me ain't got no chill
I just cut off my old hoes
They probably don't even know how to feel
I just talk to my homie
I'm trying to get him up out the field
I came from nothing, you don't know me
Well fuck n**** I'm really him
I know n***** who'll make your nose bleed
Know n***** who really don't give a damn
N***** flexing they gun, what they know bout murder
They don't even know how to kill
When them white folks get you where they wanna, ain't no crying
N**** ain't no hiding from them
Been through this shit so I know what's up
That's why I don't fuck with twelve
I talk my shit for all the real ones locked behind the cells
Popping my shit everytime you see me and my n***** know it
Got this bad bitch on her knees fixing to take my nut like an almond joy
They can't even fuck with us me and freez we the next runner up
And we can't fuck with them flaw n***** cause they some cover up's
Get in yo bag get in yo bag that's what's up
Me and my n***** ran it up that's for real
Aye freez this pain get deep I'm popping pain pills
Change them dark shades to cartier now I can see clear
You ain't who you claim to be
You ain't even really real
They say the money changing me
Fuck n**** I been that deal
I swear to god my pain deep
Might fuck around and start popping pills
These folks can't even tame me
This dog in me ain't got no chill
I just cut off my old hoes
They probably don't even know how to feel
I just talk to my homie
I'm trying to get him up out the field
I came from nothing, you don't know me
Well fuck n**** I'm really him
I know n***** who'll make your nose bleed
Know n***** who really don't give a damn
N***** flexing they gun, what they know bout murder
They don't even know how to kill
When them white folks get you where they wanna, ain't no crying
N**** ain't no hiding from them
Been through this shit so I know what's up
That's why I don't fuck with twelve
I talk my shit for all the real ones locked behind the cells
You ain't even really real
They say the money changing me
Fuck n**** I been that deal
I swear to god my pain deep
Might fuck around and start popping pills
These folks can't even tame me
This dog in me ain't got no chill
I just cut off my old hoes
They probably don't even know how to feel
I just talk to my homie
I'm trying to get him up out the field
I came from nothing, you don't know me
Well fuck n**** I'm really him
I know n***** who'll make your nose bleed
Know n***** who really don't give a damn
N***** flexing they gun, what they know bout murder
They don't even know how to kill
When them white folks get you where they wanna, ain't no crying
N**** ain't no hiding from them
Been through this shit so I know what's up
That's why I don't fuck with twelve
I talk my shit for all the real ones locked behind the cells
What you gone do if a n**** try to rob you in your stash spot
You'll probably tuck your tail and run, you'll probably crash out
You ain't no damn boss, you just totin' yo gun, you like a mascot
Good at popping that mouth, when the shit get real, you really scared now
I ran it up with no handouts
Got ya bitch bent over with her hands down
You talking shit, well say it louder
I'm the man now, I'll say it louder
These goofy n***** be fanned out
Never ran from a n****, all ten down
Keep some bands on me, but I ain't rich dog
I'm just living life, I'm lit now
You ain't who you claim to be
You ain't even really real
They say the money changing me
Fuck n**** I been that deal
I swear to god my pain deep
Might fuck around and start popping pills
These folks can't even tame me
This dog in me ain't got no chill
I just cut off my old hoes
They probably don't even know how to feel
I just talk to my homie
I'm trying to get him up out the field
I came from nothing, you don't know me
Well fuck n**** I'm really him
I know n***** who'll make your nose bleed
Know n***** who really don't give a damn
N***** flexing they gun, what they know bout murder
They don't even know how to kill
When them white folks get you where they wanna, ain't no crying
N**** ain't no hiding from them
Been through this shit so I know what's up
That's why I don't fuck with twelve
I talk my shit for all the real ones locked behind the cells
Popping my shit everytime you see me and my n***** know it
Got this bad bitch on her knees fixing to take my nut like an almond joy
They can't even fuck with us me and freez we the next runner up
And we can't fuck with them flaw n***** cause they some cover up's
Get in yo bag get in yo bag that's what's up
Me and my n***** ran it up that's for real
Aye freez this pain get deep I'm popping pain pills
Change them dark shades to cartier now I can see clear
You ain't who you claim to be
You ain't even really real
They say the money changing me
Fuck n**** I been that deal
I swear to god my pain deep
Might fuck around and start popping pills
These folks can't even tame me
This dog in me ain't got no chill
I just cut off my old hoes
They probably don't even know how to feel
I just talk to my homie
I'm trying to get him up out the field
I came from nothing, you don't know me
Well fuck n**** I'm really him
I know n***** who'll make your nose bleed
Know n***** who really don't give a damn
N***** flexing they gun, what they know bout murder
They don't even know how to kill
When them white folks get you where they wanna, ain't no crying
N**** ain't no hiding from them
Been through this shit so I know what's up
That's why I don't fuck with twelve
I talk my shit for all the real ones locked behind the cells
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Writer(s): Avery Davis
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