Lyrics:
The skill set is ill, OverProof is just real
The Art of Raw is coming, plus Sentury, Steele
I'm OutSpoken on the microphone, I was told to leave the mic alone
was written, now yeah
First you throwin' stones while you in the glass house
In real shit, bruh, you better watch your fuckin' mouth
My personal issues,
shit is easy
Tryna topple banks wit my cutty real easty
But shit can get greezy so its one nine in the yist
And if i chucc one at ya then i let the whole
without it they'll be no gain
From a concrete jungle where this rose came
I'm from the X by the two and the four train
Mommy and my daddy on that cobain
like jay leno
You niggas get the memo
Move milli ah
No fake love fami-lee-uh
Shim shima yal
This ain't for pretenders nah
You know this hair is as real
you try to steal from me?
If I've had too much would you take the wheel from me?
Say you only want the real from me (are you down?)
That's what
the thrones
Life's a box chocolates, Forrest Gump with Toblerones
I can hold my own, real to the chromosomes
Appeal like an apple way before I had a mobile
durable, still irked and exasperated
Ursa Majors tamed, uncertain in this savage land of danger
Kick stirrups from the beast of burden's back to activate
her feet
By any means
We was out there 9-5’n
Ain’t wanna play in these streets
Me and my team
Always Steady mobbing
Ok You Goons
But whats that
to become me
Ya opinions won't affect me
I stayed down by myself
So what kind of woman u take me for?
I give my tithes and to the youth
Should I Mention
the day that I die
I'm pullin' out nappy weeds
all bitches can fry
[chorus]
11/5 keep it real
11/5 keep it real
11/5 keep it real
I bet you never heard
I paid a major price with the label, now where the food at?
My crew black, from white to light skin to the blue-black
We travel in the time, when
the ladies, protect your babies
Do you recognize what is real?
It ain't seem so
Have you ever felt how I feel?
I don't think so
I know everybody wanna
the weed will probably
Keep your passion weak
I wanted to reach the real
Stars not the fashion week
Don't judge a book by it's
Cover: im the sining gentleman
give thanks for anger
More major paper in "Gangsta" Gangster
Heats nerves and veins hearing words from pranksters
Anger anchors us, cinematic screens
the counterfeits
No more asking
Now he Jacking shit
Young nigga pray that you make it
Theses niggas stay solid Foundation
He getting paper
Like signing major
Not
year I was broke
Now my money won’t fold
But money don’t make you real
And money don’t make me
Ima keep on grinding
I don’t care how long it take me
I need no introduction
Wait I must be fronting
Ok, hi my name is Envy
By now you should know me
I don't got a story to tell, oh why
I already told
Hey, where the hell did Santander Bank come from? Does anybody know what the hell I'm talking about here? I thought there were five major banks
worry, I ain't gay, not tryna nail, yo"
Tryna get a pickle, no big deal
Cherish the moment but got no film
Maybe wasn't really for real
No risk take, not
a different batch
If you can’t see it
You must be blind and I cannot deal with that
And I’m just being real with that
Tough
When you mad and upset, I sit
all this major is minor/
Slow it.../
She don’t owe you shit and you know it/
High standards and you way below it/
Fall back, way back, fall back like
Broward but I rep the whole tri county
Always keep some real ones dawg and they gon die by me
You gotta make it different with a greater purpose
Make sure
arse-wipe artists
In the UK pushing out garbage
And plus getting pushed by majors
Ask Wretch, round here, we're
Oh, and a six figure deal won't change us
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