Reallionaire

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Hodder D

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It's gon' be a long night for you motherfuckers
We're here now
We ain't going nowhere, so f*ck you
I got a blicky and I'm surgical wit' it
I got good aim, yeah I'm merking your killers
Or I could stick you like a pig, go and cut you in fillets
Man wanna' act tough til' we pull up with triggers
Too deep, hangin' out the whip, no mask, black forty with a thirty clip
Rubber grip, no slip
Got a shotty with a pistol grip posted by my hip
If the hollows don't stick, then we gon' let it rip
If I want your bitch, I got your bitch
If a man a bitch he gon' snitch
Throw his ass in a ditch
Can't take him on a lick if he ain't loyal to the clique
If I got the bread I'm gon' split
With my family, with my kids, with my brothers, with my bitch
I'm gon' be the one to take us out this way of living here
We gon' be some millionaires
Call me Kidd Kidd
Cause I'm a fucking reallionaire
This is work, this is time, this is passion, this is drive
I do all this so we can thrive
I feel dead, I feel alive, I wanna cry, I wanna fly
But this little light of mine is gon' shine
Your shit stale, your shit dry
But my shit gon' age like wine
Mumma said to give it time
I gave it time but now it's time to take what's mine
I'm underground, I'm on my grind
Harp told me take a dive, I took a dive
So either way I'm gon' shine
This the type of shit that get your baby daddy smacked up
Pussy get your racks up
If you ain't want no smoke then bitch you better back up
My brody got the mack tucked
Can't let the energy effect the hustle
Need to get my mum that black truck
House up in the hills with the marble floors and lavish stuff
The money will only change my look, it'll never touch my character
Mum I think I found the one, this girl I'm bout' to marry her
Cause she still respect my dream, the money sitting passenger
I'd be stupid if I pass on her
Yeah I'd really blast for her
Always come first, unless we fuckin' then I'm last for her
Any beat I massacre
I ain't even rappin' rappin', this is just what practise is
Still I'm out rapping any rapperer
They call me dapper Dan, name someone who's dapperer
If we ain't cool don't expect us to be dappin' up
I ain't even cappin' bruh
I'm always in the pocket, you'll never catch me lackin' uh
The money I be lappin' up
You rappers getting packaged up
Your girl on some sloppy shit, go get that bitch a tummy tuck
You internet faggots get your money not your funny up
You sweet like some honey buns
Too many lost funds tryna' please the wrong ones
But now I'm stacking money and I'm in this for the long run
You too busy popping pills to notice that you're gone bruh
In the club and on one, felling in your zone huh
But now your morals gone bruh
You're just another clone son
Imma mache many like Randy Savage is
Yeah I'm 21 but don't compare me to no savage kid
My life ain't no fairytale, it ain't no horse and carrages
This is real shit, sometimes I don't know how I manage it
Anger built up, mumma say I need management
If you think about it, that's some heavy shit to manage with
They say I can't do it, I'm accepting any challenges
I need a Purple Heart, I've been to war, check out my bandages
This is hard work, the kid ain't even that talented
I'm on my Slim Shady shit, I'm cleaning out my cabinet
In a lane of my own, I cannot be bracketed
I know I'm the shit like I ate a box of laxatives
This shit so dope, you could cut it up and package it
I need everything in cash cause I don't f*ck with taxes bitch

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