Lyrics:
the real from the fake just like a partition
Like a partiton
Life in General is to complete ya mission
I'm goin 20 fa 20 I see it wit clear vision
& I ain
peak at you
She my whole world she my lil boo
Im with her and she with me
Stick it in dvd
Crazy visuals, pcp
Know i came with the weed
Yeah i brought
(Mbee Mbee)
(Ay ay)
(Ay ay ay)
(Yeah)
Don't need no pill to be Real
How the fuck you ain't Feeling me
Ay man I swear that's Insanity
Fucking with me
by surprise
I was with her but I was with you
You squeezed my hand and we both knew
That if we didn't leave right then
Our 1 + 1 was gonna be 2
You
never needing no flotation
Devices, on this humble pie by the slices
Give it to 'em free, cause it's priceless
This your invitation, I'ma even welcome
and Femmes
They spoke my truth
Songs of the real world
The songs of my youth
She….
She made me a mixed tape
(Made me a mixed tape)
It was stuck in my radio
She
(real niggas)
Lloyd, Floyd, niggas we miss (real niggas)
Al Womack, Spunk, World, and Fun (real niggas)
Goodfellas, 40 Busters, Young Guns (real niggas)
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
It smell like blue cheese
We get that paper by the loose leaf
Trying to cop a Maybach
You still buying Lucy's
Different page with the flow
I don't even
got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where
got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where
Yeah
She like jewelry and diamonds
And wearing designer
She just like me for real
She like stacking them twenties and fifties and hundreds
She just
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
Need to get by before everything's
Get started welcome to the 100%
Gutta mixtape! Oh my god!
All my niggas, hold your head for me
Hold your head young
Where my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where
got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where
Circuit's of all these other
Rappers you did the
DVDs you did the mixtapes you
Came up on mixtapes
Like every other underground rapper
In New York
I was
will power, Bacardi
In this New World Order
This New World Order
This new world
In this new world
In this new world
In THIS new world
Women Keep watchin
out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb
and shit to lose
And a new forty-five that I'm dyin' to use (yeah)
Said if ya real like me (like me)
Throw ya hoods in the air so the whole wide world
for motivation, you be helped by it
I put twenty in my teeth because I felt like it
My number one is making sure that mom's straight
My whole family
cross me off that shit
20 Sum bumping im a nuesance
Real strange world so im living in the music
20 Sum writing on the red line
But i make a dime so im
to stone
Rip out your passion, replace it with cash and disdain
Handshake and name
My twenty twenties
They start today
I'm wide awake
Yeah wide awake
My
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