Lyrics:
sound like Philip Bailey
You rappers don't faze me with the rough talk
Boy, you better back up and pack up
Before I load the mack up
I swing with
for knowledge
I been lifting weight, got a lot on my conscience
Niggas say they real but be faker than a bald bitch
Niggas get hyped by their fans
my baby is they stupid
So let me tie you up and dick you down
Kama Sutra
Let me do the things he wasn't down with it or used to
I broke the chain
than quarter and
People used to speak even if they didn't know ya
We fought in the streets like little black soldiers
Shake hands, and still be
Is it real
Is it real
What you say to me
What you said to me
It feels a lot better than when we started started
You pull the knife out quicker than
you're gonna see me walk so fast
Through the door, uh-huh
I think it's time for us to break up, ba-by
We should of never ever been together
You tried
you're gonna see me walk so fast
Through the door, uh-huh
I think it's time for us to break up, ba-by
We should of never ever been together
You tried
work to grind better
I was now with a rhyme fetish
Aged quicker, and seeing things in a different way
Was fourteen when I figured I had some shit
underneath ('neath), or even if it's real (real)
I'm hoping she's a freak (freak), 'cause I ain't tryna chill (nah)
I'm tryna get it poppin', with a shortie
underneath ('neath), or even if it's real (real)
I'm hoping she's a freak (freak), 'cause I ain't tryna chill (nah)
I'm tryna get it poppin', with a shortie
start to sense the panoramic panic there right in the room
You look like a snack cuz damn baby you cute
I wish you for real didn't only care bout
things you will remember
Everything I do for real
I wouldn't fake it ever
I couldn't it fake it ever
I think that real is better
The show is almost
in some horrifying bouquet
It made me feel pretty damn great
I was the only thing in the world
I have way too much tech
I care about way more than
a reverend
I pray that this will never end
I swear there's nothing better than
You and me
Now my life is different than it used to be
And truthfully
I ain't
had better plans
Look, told me, be better than your father's son
A minute's not a minute until you father one
I swear, I'm my mama's son, for real
Ayy,
Girls you know you better watch out
Some guys, some guys are only about
That thing, that thing, that thing
That thing, that thing, that thing
make a real woman fall
She's a single mother with fake money at the mall
Equipped with a stroller and a real baby that crawls
cin't teaching my
Yeah
Hah
Yo
Ugh
Yeah
(Verse 1)
He went from a street kid doin regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin over the city, block by block
uhh bitch! uhh uhh
Since I dropped "I'm bad" I've been in jags with nickle bags
Hoes I had give better blows than felix trinidad
One I had flew her
somewhere I know you belong
You are my galaxy
Better than any perfect little fantasy
Take me away pull me in with your gravity
When I'm with you all
to me, it's eleven, eleven
Improving each day - getting better and better
I'm doing me a hater could never
Real shit, this a recipe to cope
Like Stormzy, I
Been real one since day one on my campaign aint a thang changed
KK to my Gucci Mane gave ya everything aint a small thing
Do anything except play me
So it's fuck you baby
I ain't dealin wit yo attitude
I ain't even fuckin you
Baby it's a different outcome for a nigga like me you'n Got a clue
I just
the water with the Great White
I'm whippin up don't make me hop out with
That thing and start spraying shit
Chopper bullets longer than the
Section 8 waiting
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