Lyrics:
Rule number one: get yourself a gun
A nine in your ass'll be fine
Keep it in your glove comparment
Cause jackers (yo) they love to start shit
Now if
so hard honey
To keep up with you
I work twice as hard what else can I do
To make up the part that's been taken by you
If it wasn't for you I
at home
You act so real when you are alone
Fake, fake, fake, fake
You better not let the mohawked crowd see
Haha, ah fuck
Give it five years, you'll
to tell her friends what she saw
200 mill how I get it, damn I can't be far
I keep my sneakers low cut
Heat fitted, G-5 with the nose up
Self made St. Regis
like that gold on a rose shit from the swap meet
It's real, man, it's real
This shit ain't real, man
You better get the fuck outta here and come back
It's too real to pretend,
It's like second nature,
Your body keep calling me home
2nd V
All I need is,
You plus me and a king bed,
Let's no go off
real to pretend,
It's like second nature,
Your body keep calling me home
2nd V
All I need is,
You plus me and a king bed,
Let's no go off track,
Keep it
I'm a real good guy, now that's no shit
'Bout half the time I'm full of it
I like to smoke and drink and have my fun
And see how fast my car will run
major distribution, labels call me
Bad Bunny numbers, it's a robbery
Five-hundred million, just for Aubrey
Mmm, hmm, yeah, major distribution how I pop
the price is sixty-five dollars
Prices like that make a grown man holler
'Specially when it's sold by a kid who's only fifteen
Know I love you baby, yes I
wrong, now let's do it right
It takes the builder to know when it's real
We both improved by that moon light
It takes a whole lot of loving each other
what you say about me
Broke nigga two cents don't matter
Give a fuck what you say about me
Broke bitch two cents don't matter
It doesn't matter, it
That's how a nigga rolls I was raised in them streets
I'm rollin up a sweet
I'm fillin' it with keef
I'm too high to talk bitch keep it real brief
If
a second
I was fine before you walked into my life
'Cause you know it's over
Before it began
Keep your drink, just give me the money
It's just you
about it (that's right)
I got the skill of an actor (what?), wind chill factor (what?)
Minus five-five, coolest man alive (woo)
Baby, who dat is? Oh,
mess with them shawty
My life real shawty blood sweat and tears shawty
Through out these years I done told 'em how it is shaawty
No mills rap niggas
datebook over the fence and find me one for five or ten cents
I'll keep it till it's covered with age cause I'm writin' your name down on every page
Hey
This the shit I wanted right here
This another "Nahmeanuheard"
It?s off yellsobob for real
Gon? live my life man
(I?ma live my life)
Stop hatin?
what it would have taken to keep me cool.
Maybe someday when you're by yourself alone
You'll know the love that I had for you was never my own.
I'm the fuckin' man, y'all don't get it, do you?
Type of money, everybody actin' like they knew you
Go Uptown, New York City, bitch
Them Spanish
from this old beach bum, son
Yeah keep it real, that's what it's really about."
And the best things in life, you can't put a price on
They don't come
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Yeah, when the out's hooked up with the refugees
It be more niggas than the NAACP
Comin' up on weed of all
I keeps it realer
Be for real, have you ever ever pulled a trigger?
It's serious business shorty, nothin' is more iller
No discrimination, you
my family
And all that and you already know
I keep the personal in private
You know, like I said D5, what up 5?
And every time I say what
Up 5 on this
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