Lyrics:
everyday I try to repent
They praying for bread
I prey the lord will show me my gifts
As real as it gets
I know I wasn't alone when I slipped
Had to learn
just rap to stay alive
And do it spitefully
I do it real life
While you’re on IG
Tik Tok, outta' time
‘Cause I’m not a tween
Don’t do it for the Vine
There are some things you cannot unsee
Mass prison
Man, listen
This is Caste division
In the inimitable words of Ms. Wilkerson
If not for you, read it
is the bank, baby (Got it on smash)
Purple drank, baby (OG Parker)
quenepas
Head so good kick off my chancletas
Down for whateva up and stuck like it's Vecna
Ms. Slim thick I flip her like an arepa
Excalibur wielding trojan
listen up kids, this is for the elementary
A bitch get hungry, then you tell her never message me
Ask if she meant anything, tell the bitch no
You was way
outside when you heard my brother cry for help
Held him like a newborn baby and made him feel
Like everything was alright
And a fight he tried to put up,
The Wonder Kid
It's funny cuz everything you not is everything he is
And everything he's not we don't worry about that shit
With no further ado turn
partner smoke him
Chuck E Cheese, I'm about pizza and my Rol' on
I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke
Right now I'm surrounded by some gangsters
preposterous is that?
No time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast, spread
preposterous is that?
No time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast, spread
drink till I'm faded my cup is a chalice
I travel light cuz my body the package
My shit be bangin dat shit doin damage
I'm for the ladies but not
freeze wrist be the same degrees
Tryna get lil' mami, in that thang of reese
Only getting in for free, if you came wit me
Cause I'ma grown man, not B2K
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one
Baby I don't really care if (I don't care bout you nigga baby)
If you gotta man (that nigga weak) 'cause
you ever hear the lick, baby
Put your hands in the air, if you know that you that bitch
Say you looking for the real, hey well this is real as it gets
you ever hear the lick, baby
Put your hands in the air, if you know that you that bitch
Say you looking for the real, hey well this is real as it gets
Simmons Philadelphia Cass', you was
(not the shooter)
Aye y'all know when a dog get neutered
Another word for that is "castrate"
How ironic, cause Philly,
Bad ass bitch
Wanna fuck on me (she wanna fuck)
Try to treat me like a hoe
She got a cut for me (she got a cut)
But I can not chop it up I need some
know
She be actin out of pocket, why you putting on a show
When I get it all in focus, I see what is real
Even when not in the open, I see what you
the caramel with the whip cream baby
We can put ya tootsie rolls on the big screen
Baby I'm a fiend for a real thick queen
Like rosay said I'm eat it ARRGHH
a track meet
Yeah, he a bitch. That nigga won't at me
Shoot by myself. I don't need a tag team
I'm a real baller. I ain't no athlete
I'm a real shooter.
(I'm for real real)
Yeah
Prince Cat-Eyez
(I'm for real real)
Marshall Park Entertainment baby
Yo Jazz, you crazy for this track boo (I'm for real
Yeah
Uh huh uh
Let's go let's go
Spin again
Bullets that we send
Leave em inna sand
Baby I make bands onna daily
Is you here to stay or niggas just
daddy used to tell me a lot
Is you ready or not?
Boutta do the impossible
Remember I was charging 30 a pop
For an 8th of the snot
Never caught by
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