For Real

You prolly think you real, but you ain't
Yo' mama prolly thinkin' you a saint
She prolly think I did somethin' wrong to you
Wish I could take that shit back, but I can't
Can't let 'em see these tears on my face
Shoulda never gave my heart to you
Won't never think I did shit
'Til I got like 20Ms
Niggas steady switchin'
So nah I ain't got plenty friends
Can't never trust these bitches
Be dumb I do that shit again
Straight out the mud
Put that on God
We don't see plenty wins

Yeah
Chasin' bags, tryna pull that track up
Niggas prolly 12, the way these niggas call for backup
I'm fucked up
Runnin' 'round tryna get my funds up
Glocked up
Lotta niggas lookin' for a come up
Every time I put my trust in bitches
There they go again
2 clips
When them shots done, I unload again
They think I got hoes
Insecure 'cause I know her friend
Niggas hatin'
All in my DMs, so I know they fans
He don't want no smoke
He don't got enough rubber bands
5 racks for that backdoor
I control his mans
0-3
He ain't seein' me
He'll get folded in
GBG
They run down on me
Then my bro gon' spin
Run up on me
Bet I blow like I control the wind
Real steppas
Like we got on timbs, it ain't no pretend
100 rounds out that Draco
Then reload again
Play with me
Like my food hot, Imma blow again
Real nigga I ain't never lied to nobody
Chill nigga, but I swear to God that I'm bout it
Ain't no walk down, know I got fye in my pocket
Locked in with the killers, niggas dyin' for a body
Lately been outside, but them niggas still ain't slidin'
Tryna make a play up in this shit, you know I got it
They say my name all the time, I'm the topic
Mmm, mmmmmm, mmm

They don't think I'm dangerous for real
'Cause they feel like I made it for real
So I prolly ain't gon' blow shit
Niggas try to play me for real
But niggas makin' statements for real
So I can't never show shit
I'm CMP
Niggas speak on me
But they don't know shit
He DVD
Put him on TV
I ain't goin'
B & E
We gon' mask up
'Fo we go in
At the T-O-P
I be on they mind
Like a sew-in

I'm hot as hell
Tell them niggas check my clientele
Nigga woof up on the net
You flash out, they turn 12
Tell lil bro we'll get him gone
Like that pack up in mail
How the fuck you pushin' P
You ain't never seen a scale
Gang shit
They know what it is and what it ain't
I'm runnin racks up to the bank
But they hatin'
All these niggas be on lame shit
Had to change up my flow
'Cause all these niggas just be rappin'
And they cappin'
All these niggas on the same shit
They don't know my vision
Tryna make my niggas rich
So all them doors ain't gettin' kicked in
If you ain't tryna die
Better get up on yo shit then
Ain't never goin' broke again
Ain't talkin' "pop yo shit twin"

They don't think I'm dangerous for real
'Cause they feel like I made it for real
So I prolly ain't gon' blow shit
Niggas try to play me for real
But niggas makin' statements for real
So I can't never show shit
I'm CMP
Niggas speak on me
But they don't know shit
He DVD
Put him on TV
I ain't goin'
B & E
We gon' mask up
'Fo we go in
At the T-O-P
I be on they mind
Like a sew-in
They don't think I'm dangerous for real
'Cause they feel like I made it for real
So I prolly ain't gon' blow shit
Niggas try to play me for real
But niggas makin' statements for real
So I can't never show shit
I'm CMP
Niggas speak on me
But they don't know shit
He DVD
Put him on TV
I ain't goin'
B & E
We gon' mask up
'Fo we go in
At the T-O-P
I be on they mind
Like a sew-in



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Writer(s): Khari Elijah Douglas
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