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bitches, I want cars, I don't give a fuck, I want it all
That's what the fuck we're here for
Say enough about a dream nigga
I'm just tryna keep it real
head, ya'll suck bad, fuck swag and your kicks from South Japan
I'm finna to be the best in this profession
I've been invested all my life, so wipe your
to the truth
State troopers or feds come out to silence you
My house in Malibu, probably tapped
?Cause livin? next door to Demi Moore, plus I'm black
Plus I
Yo, Yo
Gansta, Gansta
Gansta Yo
That's Right
Journey Through the life of some real niggas
Some real niggas, You'll never see what I've seen
Take me back to the year 2008
When we would message Demi Lovato on Myspace
When we learned to play guitar
Before you had to fly so far
We spent our
a love
Or youre gonna find yourself alone
See Im schooled in them
Streets and streets yall
Yeah I was cooling them clubs
Real talk I wasn't thinking
about her
I shouldn't doubt her
cause our thing is for real
and I don't worry
cause I know, I know, I know...
No matter where my baby is
she
a champion, I do what can't be done,
In the real league nerd, not the fantasy one
Throw your hands up, you can cheer for your boy,
When I hit the stage get
for me
People ask why I'm in love with you
Well, let me start by saying
You got my heart by just being who you are
And what we got is between me
too long in this shit
Real niggas don't live too long in this shit
They say "Ayo
You coming on too strong in this bitch"
They always talking about what
its sadder for us to get caught up by the po-po fo sho'
And what about our boys and young girls
In their wicked young world
Coming to school wit'
Yeah, yeah, I just wanna tell you somethin'
Somethin' about it, somethin' about it
Real nigga, I come from this real shit
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hey,
real tears over ours
Now I'm in this cold bright light
And this don't even feel like life
'Cause I don't have the only woman who believed in me
know Jay
If you don't believe me then
Who you know who can spit till he pop the real
Never thought about rappin' 'til he coped his deal
I really
my life might be like
Growin' up in the street life
You can't tell me shit
About these streets homie
I done lived it and done it
Runnin' from
Yeah
I could
Rest in peace, J Dilla
I could
I could give a fuck about the metrics
Roll up in a Beamer, Bentley, Lexus
Logic stay connected
that, only hope so I teach that
Co-signed by that boy Lecrae
So I guess you say that I Reached that
I'ma try to live what I talk about
Until they pit my
confused surrounded by negative thoughts and questions about my actions
Bad consequences follow my actions
There's times when I hate myself
so I give my
trip, get pistol-whipped
By a psycho maniac sick in his head
want to be a gangster, now he's dead
His brother took over, ain't no sweat
Bought a new
Cause real life's in the trenches, not from the stands
In our lofty benches with manicured hands
I want a dash that's dirty, a life fully spent
(Where are you ladies)
Show me the real women
I drink Pellegrino water guess it's
Something about the bubbles
Do you want the simple life
Or do you want
ball on these niggas
Now there's a lot of bad bitches in the building (Amen)
A couple real niggas in the building (Amen)
I'm finna kill niggas in
Maybe we were together in another life
Maybe we are together in a parallel universe
Maybe our paths are not supposed to cross twice
Maybe your
Here is a story that is bound to amuse ya
(About a fine young couple startin' out in life)
A dedicated husband and a real fine worker
(Who lived
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