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real
Well, I've had my share of predetermined correlations to know that yours is full of shit

Stolen souls are theological commodities
Just get out

that I've been blessed
Caressed By The Holy Ghost 

With the spirit of Seven gifts
As I sit' present in the moment 
I spit this shit with a lisp
From

To the top i’ll never land
Why won’t you just take my hand
Be there for you till the end
To me you are a 10
Times that by a 10 ,
Keep that shit 1 li hunnit

hook : bad bitches on deck, and they thrown up the set, getting money no flex, all my niggas getting checks (yea) x2

v1: I get the bag 24/7 I'm

ya better look me in the eyes I despise any weekness (take notes)

Verse 1

Yup, here we go west coast is in the buildin
La to oc you know me homie I’m

instead the devil real church is dead

All this money I look easy to rob
So I boughta three five seven to even the odds
Get eaten alive

Fuk around n meet

fucker, Rambling 
Your opinion don't mean a Damn thing 
GC and Zach really can't hang
On my track listing, I'm Blasting 
Listen real close, haters I'm After

This is real and often
I got power Austin
That bull looking red
That’s bullshit you said
You not hood hood off
It’s good music Pusha
Tea sip shirt by

medieval strangers
Being resembled by the made up gods
Gotta make a big sacrifice with ma own fucking blood
I’m walking on this pale road
Too many dark

checkin' tickets to verify
Barely makin' a move, I wondered if they were paralyzed

So fuck them bitches that came and went, surrounded only, by what is real

must be real lonely
'Cause right now he all by his self
Almost at 10 dollars
He bought him some bigger shells
Sayonara senorita
7.62's they gone eat em

a nasty bitch yeah she clean the dick
Ball head Mr clean the way she clean the dick
I'ma real nigga and I ain't never snitch 
Run it up by myself I ain't

Common
Yeah

1-2-3-4
Get a partner, dance slow
Find the one that's got your heart
Find the one that's in your dreams
Look each other in the eyes
Look

is dying it’s turning me savage
Eyes way too low cause i’m smoking on cabbage
My maw say it’s bad but it’s just how i manage
If you wit me then you one

the real knowledge keepers masquerade as proper geezers
Teachers
Only visible to the trained eye
That ain't tainted by preconceptions of a straight line
Paid

my city it’s ah blessin' you still aging
I watched a couple niggas fall when ah nigga was just 7
Got me thinking in clouds how it feel to be in heaven

fuckin' winnin'
Bad bitch
Nice tits
With a booty in the back
Not fake
Shits real
It'll jiggle with a smack
New whip
Big gas
Then we gonna blow a rack
Better

eyes;
Your church bell tone when you apologize;
Your honest suffering when something dies;
Showed me which of us was strong
And I don't want

handsome
Still as vicious as a saber tooth
I walk the perfect line even if I ain’t sober
Came to reign but this couldn’t have been predicted by Al Rocker
I’m

me to express it 
Gave you the real me, just wish you would of kept it 
One girl, that was you now I got like seven 
That ain't nothing girl, trust me

I'm trying
To give you all of me girl
I just wanna be with you
Sail the 7 seas with you
When I close my eyes, to no surprise all I see is you
I dream

Back back2back
Roll it up and bring it back 
All my backwoods always fat
And all my tracks, they always slap
Like for real yo, whats the deal
Its

Clowns around but division’s got him down
The boy is hardly passing
Tries to rise but the criticizing eyes
Just see another stupid kid
No one takes

Pry out what makes us feel
Dimmer down what makes us real
Been around, come simmer down
Never been a breadwinner now when I'm in the crowd
I can feel my