Real Me
Are you here for the real me
Fuck around to try to kill me
Even family change for the money
I just wanna know is you here for the real me
Fuck around to try to kill me even family Change for the money
I love stop you in your tracks please don't say That
I know you play games but I still play back
So You know i relate but I can't come back
I'm scared of myself cause this is my turn and
This shit is only the third year
If you having a three and work on a three you Know you end up with the eight
By now you should already know what it is
We scheaming n banging the Eights here
Every since I was Eight
growing up as a kid
Rapping with niggas was not fair
Now the jewels got light
Attracting attention it look like the best fair
Who cah work cah play
Punchlines dem knock off his face
Melodies take off his waves
Niggas didn't wanna wait
Now they think I gotta cape
And got time to be saving the day
I needa Eighth to smoke all this bullshit away
It's tiring making a way
Are you here for the real me
Fuck around to try to kill me
Even family change for the money
I love stop you in your tracks please don't say That
I know you play games but I still play back so
You know i relate but I can't come back
They always remember but the details they Forget
I just made another like i love having sex
I wouldn't call shotgun with my guys then not Ride
I wouldn't spend days and years and not go die For it
You wanna hold dirt well ditch
And i won't cry about it
Cry us a river
Cause thats enough for both of us
I don't cry about nothing
My heart yeah I broke it once
And i left it broken
I don't ever say to much
Or enough don't be heard
Closes thing you get to keeping me is when i Keep in touch
So tit for tat cant keep me back
These bitches barbecue trynna catch up
He had a pause in his life like a what
I'm in this ting and they knowing wassup
Get it hot in this bitch like it's hole in the wall
I'll show you some magic not talking about wall
Don't show em your hands they don't know you Got cards
Strong by myself But around is a mob
Broke like a takki trynna show he was hard
Fuck around to try to kill me
Even family change for the money
I just wanna know is you here for the real me
Fuck around to try to kill me even family Change for the money
I love stop you in your tracks please don't say That
I know you play games but I still play back
So You know i relate but I can't come back
I'm scared of myself cause this is my turn and
This shit is only the third year
If you having a three and work on a three you Know you end up with the eight
By now you should already know what it is
We scheaming n banging the Eights here
Every since I was Eight
growing up as a kid
Rapping with niggas was not fair
Now the jewels got light
Attracting attention it look like the best fair
Who cah work cah play
Punchlines dem knock off his face
Melodies take off his waves
Niggas didn't wanna wait
Now they think I gotta cape
And got time to be saving the day
I needa Eighth to smoke all this bullshit away
It's tiring making a way
Are you here for the real me
Fuck around to try to kill me
Even family change for the money
I love stop you in your tracks please don't say That
I know you play games but I still play back so
You know i relate but I can't come back
They always remember but the details they Forget
I just made another like i love having sex
I wouldn't call shotgun with my guys then not Ride
I wouldn't spend days and years and not go die For it
You wanna hold dirt well ditch
And i won't cry about it
Cry us a river
Cause thats enough for both of us
I don't cry about nothing
My heart yeah I broke it once
And i left it broken
I don't ever say to much
Or enough don't be heard
Closes thing you get to keeping me is when i Keep in touch
So tit for tat cant keep me back
These bitches barbecue trynna catch up
He had a pause in his life like a what
I'm in this ting and they knowing wassup
Get it hot in this bitch like it's hole in the wall
I'll show you some magic not talking about wall
Don't show em your hands they don't know you Got cards
Strong by myself But around is a mob
Broke like a takki trynna show he was hard
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Writer(s): Jayshawn Bull
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