Lyrics:
bitch by mistake
I was just countin' some cake on the lake
I was just pullin' up in paper plates
I know some real niggas can relate
I know some
niggas from port some of my niggas from town
Follow me follow me now make that bitch twerk Then i pass it around
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas
Yeah this one goes out to all the ladies in the house
I need two to stand by me when the chips are down and
Stick around while I defend my
Yeah, Coolz Money
Grandpa, can you tell me a story?
Can't trust these niggas, man Can't trust these bitches either, for real
No, they not loyal,
Death Row
Yo, and here comes me left blow
'cuz i'm the E-A-Z-Y-E, and this is the season
to let the Real motherfuckin G's in, ya like a kid ya
found a pup
bumping Boog? (Who ain't slamming me)
Who I switched on? (Who they rob)
Is that true? Nah (hell nah)
Is you worried? Huh? (Hell nah)
They say you
clap your hands
Wait a minute, who's real, who's not?
She's real but he's not
If you're real and you know it, clap your hands
If you're real
The real me laying dormant
The real me always feel things
That I'm never down to let show
But really, who's the real me
Cause by now I don't even know
I've
And sometime I get angry
I can't turn it to the hulk
And sometimes I feel lonely
Wanna be left by my lonely
Is it too much to ask for real
In a world full
One time for the people who’d stand by me
Two times for the people who’d swear by me
Every time I think about who’s there for me
I try to write
at me on text, why you try to hit the flex?
I hold up, like, "What?" I scroll, I scroll up like, "Next"
Guess who's gettin' 'exed? Like, next
Guess
You can't boy me, don't talk back
Man I'm a real man you should of thought that
When man I'm on my jacks I'm real now feel that
The pact with the pack
cents is free
A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
'Cause we need a little
tho') And through I try to move into the positive
(Fo' real tho') The more y'all don't want to let me live
When will you realize that I don't owe you
on the battlefield
Who's really real
Is it determined by how many niggas you shot
How many glocks you done popped
How many cars you copped
Who's really real
It ain't
me sky high look down fly by
Yea that likewise haters gon fry
Juz like Popeyes oh no don't cry
Only my Nina on my side
She the only one real to ride
We
restorin' my sight
He made, made me who I am, who I am
He made, made me who I am
He made, made me who I am, who I am
He made, made me who I am
He made, made
I'm the one who's gonna die
When it's time for me to die
I'm the one who's gonna die
I'm the one who's gonna die
I'm the one who's gonna die
safe, nigga, third base
I only call you when it's half past five
The only time that I'll be by your side
I only love it when you touch me, not feel
the leg of you and kick you in the ass
I'm dying of doom, I say I'm sick with cash
These eyes are real, see straight through your liquid ass
You see me
the leg of you and kick you in the ass
I'm dying of doom, I say I'm sick with cash
These eyes are real, see straight through your liquid ass
You see me
give me that excuse, real MCs want better
You rhyme over enough shit, most get away with murder
Like kids who think they words rhyme 'cause they
sued by some fuckboy
And y'all was tryna get me to change my name and shit
I spent my whole fucking career, this who I was
Y'all trying get me
This is just too real
Two real eyes is
This is just too real
Two real eyes is
On the run
Fled the country
I got a gun
Not a junky
You got to love me
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