2Real
Uh, Trying to hide emotions
Trying to hide emotions
I'm deep in the ocean
I'm flying I'm floating
I'm rolling I'm smoking
I'm really slow boating
I'm really slow motion
I'm really slow rolling
Ah
They ain't teach me this shit in school
They ain't teach me about my dues
They ain't teach me to break no rules but I broke the code
I was trying to go and get me some money
I was trying to go and get me some cash
Robbed a Store
I'm just too real for this generation's type of love
(I'm from Georgia, I got a girl with some water and she from Florida) I don't understand why the simple things tend to trip us up
(And she not a dime, she a whole quarter)
You can't love nobody
Less you love yourself
(Nigga I went and copped that Benz)
If you with me baby
Don't need no one else
It's just us
You and me together, you and me together
(And I need me a seven)
I don't give a fuck about your IG
Them hoes ain't me
Them hoes ain't me
(Ain't fucking with these niggas I don't know these other dudes)
It's a lot of niggas tryna buy me
(That shit ain't free)
But you better believe it
That money don't mean a thing
(And how much money you making in your fucking trap cause we gonna get it back)
And loyalty is rare
(We gonna ring you like a doorbell) nowadays
But baby rest assure, you my man
You can always count on me
Got me feeling like Brandy
(He on that Drake shit)
I wanna be down for you
(I'm trying to blow up)
Make this a forever thing
(I'm on some Tank shit)
You hit my line I'm on my way
It ain't no question
I done had my share of goofy shit
I done learned my lesson
But when I'm with you
You're such a blessing
You're such a blessing
I'm just way too real for this generation's type of love
And I just can't understand how the simple things always trip us up
You can't love nobody
Less you love yourself
If you with me baby
Don't need no one else
It's just us
You and me together, you and me together
Hey
Yeah, I don't know these other chicks
I don't know that other bitch
I don't know that other hoe
Yeah, we'll kick in a nigga door
And they fucking with my flow
Talking about I can't rap and they fucking with my hand talking about I can't snap
And ain't giving handshakes cause that ain't dap
Nigga want to play with me I got to run laps
I'm talking about no emotion
Kill them while they stroking
300 niggas with me like I'm Chief Keef
400 niggas with them who want beef
I got a thousand shots
Round them up
We'll catch a nigga ass at the roundabout
Clap clap clap clap clap
Sound them up
Trying to hide emotions
I'm deep in the ocean
I'm flying I'm floating
I'm rolling I'm smoking
I'm really slow boating
I'm really slow motion
I'm really slow rolling
Ah
They ain't teach me this shit in school
They ain't teach me about my dues
They ain't teach me to break no rules but I broke the code
I was trying to go and get me some money
I was trying to go and get me some cash
Robbed a Store
I'm just too real for this generation's type of love
(I'm from Georgia, I got a girl with some water and she from Florida) I don't understand why the simple things tend to trip us up
(And she not a dime, she a whole quarter)
You can't love nobody
Less you love yourself
(Nigga I went and copped that Benz)
If you with me baby
Don't need no one else
It's just us
You and me together, you and me together
(And I need me a seven)
I don't give a fuck about your IG
Them hoes ain't me
Them hoes ain't me
(Ain't fucking with these niggas I don't know these other dudes)
It's a lot of niggas tryna buy me
(That shit ain't free)
But you better believe it
That money don't mean a thing
(And how much money you making in your fucking trap cause we gonna get it back)
And loyalty is rare
(We gonna ring you like a doorbell) nowadays
But baby rest assure, you my man
You can always count on me
Got me feeling like Brandy
(He on that Drake shit)
I wanna be down for you
(I'm trying to blow up)
Make this a forever thing
(I'm on some Tank shit)
You hit my line I'm on my way
It ain't no question
I done had my share of goofy shit
I done learned my lesson
But when I'm with you
You're such a blessing
You're such a blessing
I'm just way too real for this generation's type of love
And I just can't understand how the simple things always trip us up
You can't love nobody
Less you love yourself
If you with me baby
Don't need no one else
It's just us
You and me together, you and me together
Hey
Yeah, I don't know these other chicks
I don't know that other bitch
I don't know that other hoe
Yeah, we'll kick in a nigga door
And they fucking with my flow
Talking about I can't rap and they fucking with my hand talking about I can't snap
And ain't giving handshakes cause that ain't dap
Nigga want to play with me I got to run laps
I'm talking about no emotion
Kill them while they stroking
300 niggas with me like I'm Chief Keef
400 niggas with them who want beef
I got a thousand shots
Round them up
We'll catch a nigga ass at the roundabout
Clap clap clap clap clap
Sound them up
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Writer(s): Breanna Smith
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