The Real You

Chocolate bitch from the Raq, hair long, plus she thick
Nigga say he want smoke, told him, "Pull up in a bit"
Hop out with the A-Rod with the .60 clip
I'm headed to the Pharm, I'm finna bust a script
I know you don't mean no harm cause you run your lips
When it comes to this getting money, know we run this shit
Backend quarterbacked the play, Ima run the route
You could never ever be gang, cause you run your mouth

Okay, that money hit my phone, I'm never sleeping
Working everyday through the weekend
I got that money on my own, it ain't no secret
Got that money off of phones, yeah I can teach you
Yeah I got them bitches gone, it was easy
Pack touched, I was gone, they ain't see me
Man them bitches know it's on when they see me
All that dissing in them signs, wanna be me

She think we going on a vacation, took her to the O (Oh yea?)
Phone ringing, it's foe nem, they need a 100 bo-
I'm on the phone with bro nem, they need 100 coats
When I link with foe nem, you see a bunch of folks
Gotta keep Backend out the kitchen cause he love to soak
Shorty brought me 20K, I think I love this hoe
I just seen an opp at the spot tryna clutch his pole
I'm on another turnaround, another touch and go
You doing all that Ra-Ra boy I don't feel you
All that snitch talk like I won't kill you
Talking all that "bitch" talk like I won't spill you
Talking all that lick talk like we don't know the real you



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Writer(s): Marcus Pierce
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