Lyrics:
real by the eyes
Cause real eyes, realize when to re-align
Uh
The question ain't if god is real
The question is if you know he's real
The question ain't
souls is the real bag
My wife love me, God mo'! That's the real bag
Makin a difference in this world is the real bag
Knowledge is power, read somethin',
Huh
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
Countin' guap, different spots, go to A to B
If we mail it, we could sell it for a better fee
Real
I'm covered by Jesus Christ
I wouldn't change a thing
I thank God for my life
I thank God for the life I live
Created testimonies from the time we were
on my mind hotboxin' this jeep
Almost got caught by police
They was less than 100ft away
10 squad cars no getaway
Made it out by the grace of God
his business, woo, aye
Five hundred, three hundred days
Ancestors held down their chains, rest to the graves
Soul for a soul, my goal is to roll out
of the beast
Can you please pray for me?
Get God on the phone
Said it won't be long
I see jiggaboos, I see Styrofoams
My hood going brazy
Where did we go
making that mill
This shit is for real
Can you feel the bass?
Did you get a good taste
Girl get outta my dms
I don't need you by my side
I'm doing
or nothing breathing
Can grow up to come between what you done for yours
Unless you add like a hundred more, live and learn
Fourteen, hearing that all we
Treat every club like it's Magic on Monday
Niggas ain't rich for real, they gettin' fronted
Gave her a dime, told her fix up her stomach
By the time
know, mmm
And all this time you thought that it was just for show
I seen God in it
I started on sand now I'm on a rock
And most of my shows free I ain't
God's real, I believe he became a man
Otherwise, ain't no other way to understand
What it's like to be me
What it's like to be an outcast
Tempted by all
a Bentley (Facts)
I ain't been outside in a minute
I'm back in the city, we 'bout to gеt litty
(For real) feel me
Oh, you wanna know wherе I'm at? Ha
We
Word up son, word
Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billers
(Yo, I got the phone thing, know I'm sayin'? Keep your eyes open)
For
at a 100 like a real one
Came in third place but I still won
Medallion on my neck not last one
I do it for the people like a real one
Real one, real ones
note, so they called up the repo
Couldn't pay my telephone bill
Turned my phone off for real
You can't tell me that the Lord ain't good,
Get to know God
knows how I feel
Good God Almighty
That stuff ain't real
No but that ain't your game, it ain't even your race
You can't hear your name, you can't
and and said good bye
But on my way home I reflected
Those 100 ways... to die
Show me 100 ways to die
No time to cry
Just time for me, myself and I
Gay dancing
God willing
And I ain't perfect for real shun I'm still healing
Don't wanna be broke and 30 I need a million like Pronto
You know how expensive it is
Another hundred people just got off of the train
And came up through the ground while
Another hundred people just got off of the bus
And are
the powers that be, nigga let me be
We around when the sun goes down
And the real, real killers they mourn for ya
It's gonna be a bloodshed
One month,
We around when the sun goes down
And the real, real killers they mourn for ya
It's gonna be a bloodshed
One month, one day it's gonna be a bloodshed
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
God is the greatest but I'm hearin' Illuminati doing favors (yes)
2 Chains, six watches (pika pika)
Hundred million two pockets, whoa, double M
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