Real 4 Real (Tagged Version)

Uhh uhh uh uhh look
Look Look

Had to keep to myself 'cause these bitches really ain't real for real
Ain't care how I felt for real
Had a blick pulled on me three times, you still ask why I keep a steal
Yeah I hit licks and sell dimes, But a nigga ain't in the field for real
I ain't done no true crime, So why they pick me as the one to kill, like why
Why i'm the one to kill
Niggas sent out a pic of me, they said ok go up the drill
Ain't called the cops when I got poked, but shit maybe next time I will

Or maybe I'll be dead, rigor mortis from the lead
Been so focused on the birds, that I forgot about the bread
Rapping on a polygraph 'cause there's some truth to what I said
Think we fuck like newlyweds with how I put her ass to bed
Had her bent over like Velma, and I fucked it up like Fred
I be buying all my beats, I'll keep the beat tag for the cred'
You so dumb u think we fucking, more than dumb I'm Special Ed
Might just fuck her on her period, I ain't Crip ain't scared of red
Put the Draco in the box, might feed his ass some Special K
Said he eat it like a munch, I heard his girl serve fish fillet
First position, then plié, talking strokes not no ballet
Cuzzo serving hell-a fiends, they need that dose with no delay

Had to keep to myself 'cause these bitches really ain't real for real
Ain't care how I felt for real
Had a blick pulled on me three times, you still ask why I keep a steal
Yeah I hit licks and sell dimes, But a nigga ain't in the field for real
I ain't done no true crime, So why they pick me as the one to kill, like why
Why i'm the one to kill
Niggas sent out a pic of me, they said ok go up the drill
Ain't called the cops when I got poked, but shit maybe next time I will

Said she ain't new to the game but still got mad when she got played
They be mugging at the club, don't got no numbers still gone fade
She be saying she ain't shave, I do not care I like to braid
take your hoe and take your trick, I show my cards just like in spades
I be cracking jokes up in songs but keep it lyrical
She ain't believe in God 'till we fucked, made her spiritual
Had her singing Ohh My God, might make her harmonize
Yelling stay away from Lavi, they tried to demonize

Had to keep to myself 'cause these bitches really ain't real for real
Ain't care how I felt for real
Had a blick pulled on me three times, you still ask why I keep a steal
Yeah I hit licks and sell dimes, But a nigga ain't in the field for real
I ain't done no true crime, So why they pick me as the one to kill, like why
Why i'm the one to kill
Niggas sent out a pic of me, they said ok go drill
Ain't called the cops when I got poked, but shit maybe next time I will

Look Look
Or maybe I'll be dead, Rigor mortis from the lead
Been so focused on the birds, that I forgot about the bread
Rapping on a polygraph cuz there's some truth to what I said
Think we fuck like newlyweds with how I put her ass to bed