Real Madrid
Got the T round my neck, oh ya
NMD's city black, hold up
Double G on the belt, that's guap
Keep the tease with the cats
Let's rock, oh
I made the bands, got the checks now on hold
Ain't got no time 'cause the Jagis is froze
Menace like snow
Penance oh no
Light this room up
Till the bass breaks the doors
Till the breaks finna go broke
Sinners of dope
Necessity of a goat
Cause I hit it, hit it, hit it myself like I was broke
Ain't act like I'd own a boat
Solar load
Recharge my batteries like an empty flash
Check this out, this ain't no empty desk
Count the stacks, then count it back
Count the stacks, then count it back, yeah
Got them eagles flying with me
Made myself top dog in my breed
Had so much time for myself
That's what's called intimacy
For my goals I finna go bleed (Yeah, yeah)
For my goals I finna go bleed
Too much goals like Real Madrid (Too much)
Too much goals like Real Madrid like Cristiano
Real Madrid
Real Madrid
Got too much drip
Too much goals like Real Madrid
Madrid
Hit again, why I shoot
Made it all, they understood
What I was doing, living right
Who I'm choosing, did me right
Ain't waiting forever, I pick this life
Hate clouded weather, I need me light
Made thousand watches, still got no time
Yeah I killed it, no alibi
House of dopeness, that's where I live
House of traps and they build their shives
Made them dollars now making more
Helped a lot out, will help out more
They pull their cash out, I'm getting bored
Talk about money, got nothing stored
Think bout my life, who'll promote to board
Think bout my life, story won't be short, yeah
That's what I'm talking about (I do it)
Let's pour our soul out loud (Uwo)
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah (Gotdamn)
Yeah (Tyko)
Uh-uh (Tyko)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
For my goals I finna go bleed (I do that)
For my goals I finna go bleed (I go)
Too much goals like Real Madrid
Too much goals like Real Madrid like Cristiano
Real Madrid
Real Madrid
Got too much drip
Too much goals like Real Madrid
Madrid
Madrid
Like Cristiano
Got the number 10 on my back
This song number 7
Why is that (I don't know)
Take a guess
Make some room now for the best
Uwo-uwo-uwo
Uwo-wo-wo
Uwo-wo-wo
Uwo-uwo-uwo
Tyko
NMD's city black, hold up
Double G on the belt, that's guap
Keep the tease with the cats
Let's rock, oh
I made the bands, got the checks now on hold
Ain't got no time 'cause the Jagis is froze
Menace like snow
Penance oh no
Light this room up
Till the bass breaks the doors
Till the breaks finna go broke
Sinners of dope
Necessity of a goat
Cause I hit it, hit it, hit it myself like I was broke
Ain't act like I'd own a boat
Solar load
Recharge my batteries like an empty flash
Check this out, this ain't no empty desk
Count the stacks, then count it back
Count the stacks, then count it back, yeah
Got them eagles flying with me
Made myself top dog in my breed
Had so much time for myself
That's what's called intimacy
For my goals I finna go bleed (Yeah, yeah)
For my goals I finna go bleed
Too much goals like Real Madrid (Too much)
Too much goals like Real Madrid like Cristiano
Real Madrid
Real Madrid
Got too much drip
Too much goals like Real Madrid
Madrid
Hit again, why I shoot
Made it all, they understood
What I was doing, living right
Who I'm choosing, did me right
Ain't waiting forever, I pick this life
Hate clouded weather, I need me light
Made thousand watches, still got no time
Yeah I killed it, no alibi
House of dopeness, that's where I live
House of traps and they build their shives
Made them dollars now making more
Helped a lot out, will help out more
They pull their cash out, I'm getting bored
Talk about money, got nothing stored
Think bout my life, who'll promote to board
Think bout my life, story won't be short, yeah
That's what I'm talking about (I do it)
Let's pour our soul out loud (Uwo)
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah (Gotdamn)
Yeah (Tyko)
Uh-uh (Tyko)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
For my goals I finna go bleed (I do that)
For my goals I finna go bleed (I go)
Too much goals like Real Madrid
Too much goals like Real Madrid like Cristiano
Real Madrid
Real Madrid
Got too much drip
Too much goals like Real Madrid
Madrid
Madrid
Like Cristiano
Got the number 10 on my back
This song number 7
Why is that (I don't know)
Take a guess
Make some room now for the best
Uwo-uwo-uwo
Uwo-wo-wo
Uwo-wo-wo
Uwo-uwo-uwo
Tyko
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Jagersberger
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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