Lyrics:
and greed keep the people in need
from getting what's rightfully theirs
Cheating, stealin and double dealing
as they exploit the peoples fears
Now, Dow Jones
on a bad day
Take your bitch panties off like a band aid
And we eating like the mob these some big steaks
You ain’t never been real I see it in your face
glisten
Southern fried nights, feel that down-home rhythm
Firefly's glowin', down by the creek
Mix the old with the new, city slickin' chic
Get your
couldn't wait for that
I think I was made for that
So I'm coming in when it feel right
Real melodic joint but still hype
Turn joint up if you feel like
hidden
Huntin' spirits like Jesus when I see him and it's finished
I'm hidden, I'm hidden, I'm hidden
Camo in Christ, Real Tree is where I'm sitting
I'm
On the benches, while we hitting reefer, he sold loosies
Five foot seven, a legend was born, Russell 'Ason" Jones
I know him for his braids and lessons
A wise
Hundred for the seven real ones and I know the plug
Double RR we out here lit bih
Can't be lit like us
That's why you watch from a distance and fucking hate
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven
for the second we clock
You in the curfew
Call it a rorsarch blob test, but na
Like a 7th generation jet
I put time in my craft
Approaching the aisle
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
Yeah
Aye
Let me lace the real quick man I gotta go make some bread you know what I do
Look
Seven forty seven fly bitch I'm levitated
Damn this pack
hazardous
Seeds can't be saved by JESUS Of Nazareth
Sell my nigga weed, its halarious
They squeese at the cabbages, seeds in the carrage's (the kids)
on Jesus to save ya
Dripping all these sauce they tryna jock my flavor
Lately I've been going crazy need to switch my behavior
Listen to the song cry
(ayo)
You can not retire me (yeah)
I keeps it real in the field, Navy seal on the drill
Never stingy with my bills, plenty gravy I spilled
Recorded
weight, but sometimes its slow
It's up and down like the Dow Jones, shit fluctuates
But my real niggas still keep their stock in me
Feds investigate,
She say I got spensive Tendencies
I done drunk the fuckin Seven seas
VVS in my dentals see
Crashing whips and paying rental fees
Brain retarded
my eyes
Instead I got the dilated pupils of a high
'Cause I'm pouring purple in my 7UP, the pouring type
My girl is Japanese, so she a real cute
business man, real nigga, he must be a hero
Accounts balance on zero
V6eats on the mix, built more beats
Produced a lot of hits, hood king
No disclaimer
In
And since me and Tune had Viacom shook
I shoulda got a real-ass pirate to do the hook
Maybe Jack Sparrow maybe Peter Pan's nemesis
My power's limitless
and outside its real brick,
i just glide i'm real slick
i don't cry i just deal with,
any situation i keep it real kid
rapping like i lived 7 lives
most
pull up out seven deep
Hoppin' out the Jeep All y'all niggas hoes
We get real grumpy, just wipin' up Uh, speaking of my gang
You know you don't want no
And Lil' Darkie
And I say the N word
'Cause I'm on that real hoodlum shit
Listen here you dumb niggar monkey
You just got beamed by Jesus and Nuclear Retard
look all around and see trends
the media is blinding us again
supply and demand
Written by: Kristion Jones and Wes Mitchell
to take it day by day
Nothing's perfect
I grew up listening to the sax
played by sonny criss
Thats when I knew REAL love felt like this
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