Real One lyrics
by Baker Ya Maker
[Part I]
One step, closed to the mains
Bumpin' 10 is fame
Two Glocks on my hand, u come give that f*cking sh*t
See that life, in the fight, them that sh*t is f*cking type
Murder is on f*cking fun, knife on a f*cking gun
What the f*ck u mean, sippin' on some purple lean
Feeling wave, we can a hate sip, but i still no had to do that sh*t
Leak a my traffic cut, i will slice u so goddamn hard
I will send u back to tha mouthaf*ckin' graveyard
[Part 2]
More a murderous, keep it straight
From the get down, lay out
What the f*cking take it choppin' heds throw
[?] on the Tec, mouthaf*cka watch yo back
Creepin' to the devil night, suckas neva packin' fight
Gotta chills, gotta bills, mouthaf*cka [?]
Keep it myself to tha mouthaf*cka devil hoe
In my zone, break my phone, if u give tha need a kill
Give me [?] now, smoke u like some f*cking row