4 Real

I will never ever pay for pussy, homie
I'm not a dummie
Instead of it I'm quiting beef
Smoking weed, chilling on my crib
(Hey Carter, CHILL)

Anytime you want or anywhere you at
I'll pick you up cause you're a thot
What's the plot? I'm not a cop but
Better call my homies by their names, dawg
They can pull you out of C4, 4

For real, this shit's real
Are we clear?
I made the deal
I got the ill that you feel
When I put my lyrics on the grill
Now you know I'm Carter hill

For real, this shit's real
Are we clear?
I made the deal
I got the ill that you feel
When I put my lyrics on the grill
Hill...

A dog with a bark, but I don't see no fucking mark

I don't ask for ideas, homie
I gave you one and you don't owe me
That's a gift from Carter Hill
I'm on the lead, creating hits
Paying bills and other shit I wrote a fuckin drill

And be prepared
My rap's gonna make you feel scared
I'm feeling better everyday
Trading fire for some air
Nobody's gonna say I would never dare

For real, this shit's real
Are we clear?
I made the deal
I got the ill
That you feel when I put my lyrics on the grill

For real, this shit's real
Are we clear?
I made the deal
I got the ill
That you feel when I put my lyrics on the grill

How could I eat a crumb if I have the pie?
Material's hard but I'd like to take the mic
And that's my lifestyle
I'm gonna be a rapstar
You cannot stand this tough talk
You better turn and walk man

For real, this shit's always real
I don't ask for FAM but I feel it near
Hustler! Rumbling and ready to conquer
Told you I became a monster
You cannot keep it up stairs

For real, this shit's real
Are we clear?
I made the deal
I got the ill
That you feel when I put my lyrics on the grill
You can call me Carter Hill

(But I'd like to take the mic)



Credits
Writer(s): Yael Gallegos
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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