For Real (feat. Ray Blaze)
Ay, ask for the best and we the ones who fit the bill
I ain't gotta grip a mill to show the flow harder than prison steel
Harder than resolve in the heart of niggas who didn't squeal
Told you bitches I was gonna eat and I ain't missed a meal
Told you niggas it's the same me but just a different feel
Barely got your head above water nigga get some gills
Basically it's closed curtains for you like a big reveal
Everything I've ever written feels like it's meant to kill
For real
Everything we do we doing for the mission
Trying to multiply our lump sums bro you know the vision
So addicting knowing when you speak that people gonna listen
On tradition it's no accident niggas avoid collisions
We going in guns blazing fuck a plan B
Getting straight to the money, nothing fancy
Flip the bird to the pigs, understand me?
Talking bout they want smoke niggas can't be for real
We don't just rap about it hoe, we for real
This ain't just for show muthafucka, it's for real
Wanna have a sit down, but can't stand me for real
Talking bout they want smoke, niggas can't be for real
See it's really difficult for me to put a lot of stock into what a lot of these niggas be talking about
Cause a lot of it just don't make sense
Like for instance...
See my name Blaze, but you want smoke
That ain't adding up
I think your math broke
That's why I tell folk be careful what you ask fo'
Cause you can get a size 12 where your ass go
For real though, kick that hard shit
Big stepper wearing steel toe
You do a lot of soft shoeing like a heel toe
If you ain't really live what you come around here fo?
Mouth full of cap now that's 32 grills, bro
For real I ain't gotta hold still
But if I hold steel, then you gon hold still
Leave you in the wheelchair eating oatmeal
Pissing on yourself
Have you smelling like old beer
Won't he do it? He shole will
I suggest you go and update your old will
Cause it's gonna be kinda hard for you to post bills
And that's exactly how it is over here and that's for real
We going in guns blazing fuck a plan B
Getting straight to the money, nothing fancy
Flip the bird to the pigs, understand me?
Talking bout they want smoke niggas can't be for real
We don't just rap about it hoe, we for real
This ain't just for show muthafucka, it's for real
Wanna have a sit down, but can't stand me for real
Talking bout they want smoke, niggas can't be for real
I ain't gotta grip a mill to show the flow harder than prison steel
Harder than resolve in the heart of niggas who didn't squeal
Told you bitches I was gonna eat and I ain't missed a meal
Told you niggas it's the same me but just a different feel
Barely got your head above water nigga get some gills
Basically it's closed curtains for you like a big reveal
Everything I've ever written feels like it's meant to kill
For real
Everything we do we doing for the mission
Trying to multiply our lump sums bro you know the vision
So addicting knowing when you speak that people gonna listen
On tradition it's no accident niggas avoid collisions
We going in guns blazing fuck a plan B
Getting straight to the money, nothing fancy
Flip the bird to the pigs, understand me?
Talking bout they want smoke niggas can't be for real
We don't just rap about it hoe, we for real
This ain't just for show muthafucka, it's for real
Wanna have a sit down, but can't stand me for real
Talking bout they want smoke, niggas can't be for real
See it's really difficult for me to put a lot of stock into what a lot of these niggas be talking about
Cause a lot of it just don't make sense
Like for instance...
See my name Blaze, but you want smoke
That ain't adding up
I think your math broke
That's why I tell folk be careful what you ask fo'
Cause you can get a size 12 where your ass go
For real though, kick that hard shit
Big stepper wearing steel toe
You do a lot of soft shoeing like a heel toe
If you ain't really live what you come around here fo?
Mouth full of cap now that's 32 grills, bro
For real I ain't gotta hold still
But if I hold steel, then you gon hold still
Leave you in the wheelchair eating oatmeal
Pissing on yourself
Have you smelling like old beer
Won't he do it? He shole will
I suggest you go and update your old will
Cause it's gonna be kinda hard for you to post bills
And that's exactly how it is over here and that's for real
We going in guns blazing fuck a plan B
Getting straight to the money, nothing fancy
Flip the bird to the pigs, understand me?
Talking bout they want smoke niggas can't be for real
We don't just rap about it hoe, we for real
This ain't just for show muthafucka, it's for real
Wanna have a sit down, but can't stand me for real
Talking bout they want smoke, niggas can't be for real
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Writer(s): Idris Royal
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