Lyrics:
'em (woo, woo)
Don't make me, don't make me
Yeah (that's how we rock)
Rebel, like a motherfuckin' rebel, nigga
See, my lil' nigga keep that mask
'em)
I'm scared to count my blessings 'cause I'm gettin' watched by my opps (foes)
But fuck it, Lethal Weapon, let it rip from out the top of the drop
move me
All my designer by Louis
Half a M in the suitcase
Cartier got blue face
Check out the jewelry
Aint no cap in my rap
Nigga can't give me no dab
li'l nigga
He ain't gon' pullin', he ain't gon' pull that trigger
He ain't never ever killed no nigga
My li'l nigga really ready to face sum
Rob
Aye me and Kel going crazy uh
Ima force yall to hear me
Ali huh
You know I keep that thing on me
I just pray I never use it
Hennessy by the fifth,
my dues, paid my debt, silence is kept just like respect
What you expect from this vato? I'm bangin quatros
[Chorus]
[Lil Rob]
Stop at St. Marco's
Bring it in one time, Solid Scheme
Hook: (x3)
(Gotta story to tell y'all)
(Here's a lil' story I got ta do)
Verse 1: Books
Uh
Well say hello
Real niggaz do real things
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I tote gats wit my nigga, clap wit my nigga
Break bread and then break backs wit my nigga
Jack wit my
Real niggaz do real things
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I tote gats wit my nigga, clap wit my nigga
Break bread and then break backs wit my nigga
Jack wit my
my life, a lot, and things could have been so much worse for me. I did have the generosity of people that try to keep me safe. There's a story my
On Tuesdays and Thursdays
You better watch for the sweep
Look them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
I'm layin off in some room by my
(WEAU Weather Broadcast)
I don't wanna see
Where my life goes
Without you by my side
Yeah I don't wanna see you go
I can't stand this pain
It feels
and scrip 9 minute EF three
Playin by different bitches cuz my face in the paper
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got the eraser
I don't
do
Is done in the dark
[Baby]
Got l'il whodie running water
And we 'bout to cook these quarters
The twenty under the seat
For my son and my
live
This the story of corey
He seen lil rob park now he got the drop
He gon sit around the block
Rob get up out the car
Then he walk up to the door
ain't no lackin'
My baby, she brought her buddy now we got action
Yeah, any time, any place, I'm like Janet by Jacksons (yeah)
I'm like Omar with
Nigga don't stop, better go on pass by
And hoes, don't call my cellular phone
The only thing, that y'all know how to do is lie
Why y'all niggaz wanna
Higher
Do the right thing
Turn me up
(Yeah)
Ya niggas Don't smoke like me
For-real
This shit For-real
Real life
We gon roll a lil weed
We gon smoke
up poor but I put it on my mom I'ma die a rich man
Doing right by me
Yeah
Sometimes I look at my savings and cry a lil bit I think
Dammit I did that
fallin' slow
Can't ain't even call a ho
I'm feelin' smalla loc
Next thing to do is rob a ball of folks (give it up, nigga)
Shit's real
We peel for
up a lil more
Lil’ baddie high off my cup cause it had a 4
I got used to foreigns so I suicide open doors
Do or die, growing more
Momma look what I
play with my rose
Pussy is power, I'm in control
You ain't got no dollars, you gotta go
I can't do nothin with no Lil boy
You can't be my man
Lil boy
in my drawls, I'm knowing what's at stake
But, put the boy on, do whatever it take
I'll rob, I'll jug, I'll loot, I'll steal
'Cause at this point,
a soul
Do what you gotta do
Get where you gotta go
No time to satisfy
My head is high
I never cry
About these wack rappers that had they time
I'm just
.jpg/300px-The_Real_Thing_(1972).jpg "The Real Thing")
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