4Real lyrics

I’m outchea eating 4 real (esketit)
I just b boolan 4real
I gotta get it 4 real ( let’s get it )
n*ggas b cappn 4real ( 4real)
( uh huh)

Yeah I just want dem benjis on 4nem
You a whole goofy yeen getting to the money
You boys want clout but im inkove with deposits
I’ll never ever fold swea these n*ggas ain’t solid

I feel like the coldest Dukes scream Ima problem
Got it out the mud swea I came from the bottom
No Time for dese hoes so I gave up my watches
n*ggas stay fronting but Tay get it popping

Certified stepper I’m stepping on dey neck
I’m up now boy u worried bout the next
Real recognize real but these bittys shella
Iffy
Im the coldest Ina city so alotta n*ggas envy

Running up a bag man dem hoes gone feel me
Don’t do no cappn just keep it a hunnid
n*ggas mad salty I’m too undarated
Really slept on swea these n*ggas b hating
f*ck allat hating man let’s get this papa
I keep it real but dese n*ggas punk faking
Yo fav rapper b biting my flava I got the sauce Ian talking bout a1
Only 16 but these n*ggas my sons
They steady jocking I feel like the don
Can't trust these bittys hoe word to my moms
Me and broke n*ggas just can’t get along

*phone rings*

Tay get it jumping like 23 boy u a rookie so no we can't kick it

Ion trust a soul cause dese n*ggas countrified
You hating on me but I’m running up digits


n*ggas mad pressed and these hoes in dey feelings
Once I’m at the top swea dem boys gone feel it
I’m bouta flex gone be damned if I didn’t
Keep dese hoes hanging ain’t talking bou lintchin


I’m steady getting up unda they skin
Man I b thuggin can’t b yo girlfriend
I’m making money boy ion make friends
n*ggas stay flagging but I’m setting trends
Stay down for too long so I’m bouta eat
Got dese hoes bitter what I’m kickn ain’t sweet
Internet beefin b you a whole goofy
I got the big head ain’t talking bout Stewie
I run the game you boys ona bleachers
Im going ape sh*t Ian talking bout ceaser
Bodying n*ggas like Nas onat ether
I’m ona hot sh*t like I gotta fever