The Real lyrics
by Bandgang Paid Will
[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Fmb Dz]
My hand on the wheel, my feet on the gas
f*ck breaks, I had to watch for snakes
I had to cut my grass
My momma on my ass, she see all this cash
f*ck my ex b*tch, I left her in the past
Last night I hit a b*tch with a fat ass
And I ain't even give no cheese to her rat ass
You want some loud, how that smoke
He got that good gas
b*tch I'm good in every hood, I don't need no pass
Put a rubber band on yo broke ass
Send some shots at yo mans when I ride pass
You know n*ggas know the game, they know how we rocking
Pull up to a n*gga block with them top shottas
They ain't know we gone hope out with them twin choppas
n*gga ain't nobody running, boy somebody dropping
And if I'm talking on the phone you know a n*gga coping
And if I got them bands on me, b*tch you know I'm shopping
[Verse: P Rock]
I came a long way, I was dead broke
I had a long talk with B, then I hit the road
I got b*tches that gon f*ck when I say so
I got n*ggas that's gone kill when I say go
All they do is play with handguns and dracos
Drop a four and drop a eight in a faygo
I had a bad kinky b*tch that like to play roles
She f*ck me good, I kick her out
She can't say long
Don't show no love in these streets, that's what they pray on
I'm bout to save the rap game, I threw my cape on
Yesterday I f*cked my b*tch with my bape on
Put my ice on my neck, got my skate on
[Verse 2: Fmb Dz]
They locked the game up, I do it for my guys
All these rap n*ggas out here telling lies
We ain't the same n*gga, stay in your lane n*gga
You can't hang with us, you ain't gang n*gga
I done ran up a check on these lame n*ggas
You was broke a year ago, you still the same n*gga
Do it for the cheese, f*ck the fame n*gga
When them cameras go off, I'm still the same n*gga
I got a hunnid rounds, I don't aim n*gga
If you look me in my eyes, you see the pain n*gga
I'm on a 2 story, that b*tch where I chill at
All that friendly ass sh*t you can kill that
You heard the intro lil n*gga, ain't no get backs
Knock a quarter pound off you with this Big Mac
I ain't got my .45, I got my draco
Turn around gang b*tch, we don't play roles