Lyrics:
family, now
Comin' up in game backdoor with the heat
Krayzie's friends out the walls
? by my lonely, before a sista was broke
Blow up Mo Thug open up
talkin' champagne but they live for sure
Old days, we was havin' shootouts up in broad day
Hallways, mamas kick us out, that was always
Street shit,
someday
[Master P]
I used to hang with my boy even slang with my boy
Used to bang with my boy, goddam I miss my boy
We started out youngstas in
niggas
If you've seen what they've seen, you would wonder
Through the rain and the pain and the thunder
By the time that you realized that it's goin'
you was out here fuckin’
I gave you my all back in the past
I really really thought we was gone last (For real)
You was all good but shit changed
You
)
Champagne glasses what we poor out
(What we poor out)
Looking for the henny then I'm all out
(Cuz I'm pall out)
031 Brought the bro's out
(SUWOOO)
Real
California CA
His Uzi up your ass if he don't get paid
Nigga beggin' for a credit, he's knocking out teeth
Clocking much dollars on the 1st and 15th
Big
the stand, would you lie for me? Grab my hand, would you cry for me
Ain't no way Make the pain go away
Would you ride around for me? Down to die for me
If you
I just need some real friends dat gon ride for me, yeah
Don’t say shit on FaceTime we just like each other company
Want some real friends who got my
Call me up to Your side
Draw me up to Your light
Let it blind me
Lord, refine me
Refine me out of my mind
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter
for real
Better get out my face for real
I know you be talking to jakes for real
I ain't going for nothin
I know these niggas be bluffin
Ain't none
like I'm MJ (I am)
Real legend like I'm Sugar Ray (for real)
Whipping all white you can call it ****
I'm cashing out making purple rain (okay)
cll blue
like I'm MJ (I am)
Real legend like I'm Sugar Ray (for real)
Whipping all white you can call it ****
I'm cashing out making purple rain (okay)
cll blue
figured out how to soar!)
And I’m fucking coming for more
I’m my favorite actor
I’m my favorite rapper
Lately I been feeling real fucking dapper
On ya left
fall for me
Fell in love with the pain in my voice
Pouring just to drown out the noise
I'm in love
I'm in love
I'm in love
I'm in love
Talk to me baby
I
to stab me in the back, I'm the wrong guy
No body bag, this filled with cash, all my friends died
Bad bitches in my DM waiting for reply
While me and mine
shoulder (Hold it up)
I'm trying real hard to keep my life in order der der der der (tryin)
cnd I know I'm not alone I got God
Got God
Standing by
Work every day 'til me meet ends
Haffi tun it up pon weekends
Buss a toast be a real friend
Tell me weh yuh drinking cah
Work every day 'til me meet
at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggas who don't give a fuck (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
(Hey! Grand hustle Bad Boy south lets ride
Permanent friends
Permanent
Permanent friends
Permanent friends
Permanent
Purple in these parts
Homies riding for the purposes
Hurting in my heart, tryna kill
The sun is out but I'm expecting rain
I decided that she moving on to better things
Cause I need real friends
Everybody need a real friend
Need a real
came along and picked me up and
Brought new purpose in my life, yes, You did
When I was out in the cold (somebody help her)
You took me in and gave me
could it be?
Somebody took my boy from me
My best friend's gone
And I'm so all alone
I really miss my homies
Even though they gone
many friends so I cannot take a pain pill
All I wear is red like I’m bleeding from the pain still
I been trippin for a while feel like life gettin
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