For Real lyrics

[Intro]
DJ Chose
For real, for real
For real, for real
Put my gang in the sky 'cause I real for real

[Chorus]
Throw my gang up in the sky 'cause I real for real (For real)
All these n*ggas with me slide, yeah, we steal for real (For real)
When you comin' where I'm from, it's either death or kill (Kill)
And that lil' money ain't changin' sh*t, b*tch, I'm thuggin' still
I got that sack for real (For real), I got that strap for real (For real)
Those thirties real, I can get you clapped for real
Trappin' hard on Monday, gotta pay these bills
You know I'm duckin' still, you know I'm up for real

[Verse 1]
You know I'm up for real, I'm up like Uncle Phil
I used to want an M, now I want another M
Comin' where I'm from, you either gon' rob or steal
You the man when you ride big wheels, but I could still get you hit still
I get you tucked for real, it's just what it is
I get you f*cked for real, f*ck how you feel
I gotta keep the steel, too many my n*ggas gettin' killed
I can't believe this real, still can't believe that I'm here
Remember I was broke, now I ball up out the gym
I'm above the rim, I can't even see 'em
Yeah, we used to steal, but all I wrote is real
No, we not like them, and this before the deal
[Chorus]
Throw my gang up in the sky 'cause I real for real (For real)
All these n*ggas with me slide, yeah, we steal for real (For real)
When you comin' where I'm from, it's either death or kill (Kill)
And that lil' money ain't changin' sh*t, b*tch, I'm thuggin' still
I got that sack for real (For real), I got that strap for real (For real)
Those thirties real, I can get you clapped for real
Trappin' hard on Monday, gotta pay these bills
You know I'm duckin' still, you know I'm up for real

[Verse 2]
I'm black and proud like Michael Blackson
Still bad like Michael Jackson
Quarter milli' hit up in the mattress
Apartment n*ggas, still'll hit an actress
Rockstar jeans, don't sag now
Trap n*gga, bust a bag down
Hustle hard like a Mexican, n*gga
This trap sh*t got the best of n*gga
No, you not like me
I'm still the man in the white tee
If rappin' don't work, we gon' get us a load off
No, you can't doze off
I'm the sh*t for real, been the sh*t for real
Been in the streets for years
Past the streets, it's real
This trap sh*t real, vacuum seal
Rappin' low-key, watch the po-po
She jumped ship, that was a low blow
When I say young money, I don't mean Lil Wayne 'dem
Two fingers in the air, a n*gga pinky hang down
[Chorus]
Throw my gang up in the sky 'cause I real for real (For real)
All these n*ggas with me slide, yeah, we steal for real (For real)
When you comin' where I'm from, it's either death or kill (Kill)
And that lil' money ain't changin' sh*t, b*tch, I'm thuggin' still
I got that sack for real (For real), I got that strap for real (For real)
Those thirties real, I can get you clapped for real
Trappin' hard on Monday, gotta pay these bills
You know I'm duckin' still, you know I'm up for real