Lyrics:
they say congratulations
But fake love is worse than real hatred
Don’t shake hands, cause a snake is dangerous
We don’t talk our bank’ll make
the street love
Each thug, is now reppin this with deep love
(Skills) Gang Starr duelin again rulin again
Watch as we do it again
Btohers are amused by
Fucking on my ex not the last one, but the la la la last one
Made her cum so fast she forgot by the end of it
I smile too much she thought I was
a lotta rappers in my city keep it real
Juju Bucks keep it Real... yeah
I keep on getting better by the day
I'm working gotta an album on the way
I'm
Might go buy a pager
Don't need a label
I took the profits invested in crypto
Love Carolina won't change the zip code
Park in the front we don't park in
[Bridge]
1 for the money, 2 for the thugs
3 for the projects, 4 for the love
y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus
And if ya moving too fast they'll get
just got a letter
From the real Rick Ross
He in the feds right now but he's real short
What else? Cormega came through on the humble
We had a good visit
Because I picture my mum walking through the door with a fake smile giving me the cash
True say, she loves me way too much to say no
Now I know my need
shit, I outgrew it
I'm the teacher she the student, heard you rap, you need improvement
Hold up, I'm the big boss, my status bike like Rick Ross
This is
to smile and wantd a child but I was
Ruinin her dreams by livin too wild she said I ; need to cum down and act like a man
And my response was like ; wut
coincidence
Ayo, I been convinced
Why you claimin' a Crip block?
A fake Crip could drip real
Blood if some shit pop
Cuz will need a blood transfusion he get
If it’s not the Ace Hood "Hustle Hard" flow
Then it all sounds like Rick Ross to me
This is the shit I'm supposed to respect?
Fuck that nigga SMD
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Then it all sounds like Rick Ross to me
This is the shit I'm supposed to respect?
Fuck that nigga SMD
P A U S to the E
Dunno who you're pretending to be
of the
Truck on a certain day
My haters I know they love me just
Need me to lead their way
Just duckin them alphabets
But yeah play with the games
Hopped in
And drip-droppin' in chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick
Or speak about it too much, you gon' die by the sword
So think about it, do us an injustice, you know time flies
Life, I can't trust it, so I stay high
See you doin yo thang, but I'm doing mine better
And I need a real girl yeah a Queen like Corretta (Foreal)
No Cap , but I need me some cheddar
My bro
treasure of denial
I Love your style!
Taking everything that a man dreams of
And make it all real life!
So, we just gotta make it fit (So, we just gotta make
rather kill my mother
45 On the block know we ride
Only got real niggas by side
Know shit get real on the east side
Stephen King with the choppa leave em
real is
When it came to you *** I woulda killed
But it was my fault *** I kept it too real
I broke bread with you *** showed you where I lived
You
too high, chill with the Weather Man
Damn I dress to fly, just like a feather man
Why they copy, I'm a real trendsetter man
Said she love me but left me
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
lookin at me like I'm cake, enticing
I really clocked back I don't tik tok that
Hop on that lemon pepper freestyle and Rick Ross that
Talk back to those
fuck it
Thug out the day ain't slept in a week
That's not me complaining I'm stating my peace
Runnin' towards opps dodging police
Gettin' too hot done
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