For Real

Mmm mmm mmm m m mm mmmmm huh
Guess who's back yeah? Man
Charles, should I even tell em what we boutta do on this right now?
Imma just go in

Yo Charles Play The Beat

Just like the senate, pass me the bills
I'm trynna smoke woods in the Hollywood hills
Blue's so chill that I give the girls chills
Got the windows down head poppin out like a pill
Air in my face got me floating for real
Money in my pocket goin sumo for real
That means I got fat stacks for real
If you don't talk money I don't talk for real

Y'all got funny money no it ain't real
That fake money's more real than you ever will be
My money's so old that the blue's gettin moldy
Benjamin's Benjamin's I get em frankly
Green on the plate yeah that's all that I'm craving
There's chains on my neck I'm slavin
So I'm used to the heat that I'm makin
Everything I say goes harder than pavement

Wait for the day I could say that I made it
Thinking of the days I would say imma make it
Y'all are like dandruff, you just be flakin
No I can't stand it, so I don't take it
Y'all two faced accept it, face it
All of y'all third grade math, basic
Just like shoes in the sun I'm faded
Any beat I hop on is a edible, I ate it

Uh uh uh aye
All I do is run it up I'm just like a Russian that be invading
Uh uh uh uh
Money I rush it and put it up into my banking
Uh uh
I got so much money I could staple it together, use it all as a blanket
Uh uh
I got people trippin cuz I'm flipping out flows like a summersault, amazing
Uh
Look at yo face, you just a disgrace, I'll put you in place
Uh
This rapping'a a race, I'm up in first place, everyone gets erased
Uh
If this was a test, we already know, this thang gettin aced
Uh
I'm outta this world yeah I'm taking off so gimme some space
Uh
Gimme some space, gimme some space
Uh aye
Gimme some space
Uh yeah
Gimme some space
Gimme some space
You just a waste
You toxic waste
Uh
I'll put you away
Someone go and get the coffin
Uh
Boy I'm boutta go and put you away

Y'all got funny money no it ain't real
That fake money's more real than you ever will be
My money's so old that the blue's gettin moldy
Benjamin's Benjamin's I get em frankly
Green on the plate yeah that's all that I'm craving
There's chains on my neck I'm slavin
So I'm used to the heat that I'm makin
Everything I say goes harder than pavement
Wait for the day I could say that I made it
Thinking of the days I would say imma make it
Y'all are like dandruff, you just be flakin
No I can't stand it, so I don't take it
Y'all two faced accept it, face it
All of y'all third grade math, basic
Just like shoes in the sun I'm faded
Any beat I hop on is a edible, I ate it
Uh

Funny thing is I don't even gotta cuss on this beat
Boy, soon as I start rapping everyone's on their feet
I'm breaking feats with a feature on this beat
Uh
That's just how it is