R.E.A.L (extended)

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Should've known I'm doing a little better
Hope you know that shit gone catch up
I ain't even bout to argue with karma
I ain't even bout' to fight with karma
From the trenches im in sprinter vans
I still reminisce but I wont change nothing
Aston Martin I'm trying put the wings up
Get a hundred ain't kicking my feet up
Ain't no smoke for the clout he fiendin'
He ain't never did trying to prove sum'
Stack that bread ball park
Rock out with no guitar
Pull up at the quik trip
Refill then I get back in it
Mix that faygo wit some wockhardt
Try it again I can't let em'
One time and you just might stab me
I'm so blind to the fake like Stevie
After while then I start to wonder
Somebody in my circle gettin' knock off
You really thought I would've snake you
Don't ever question my loyalty when you the that try to cross me
Hit it up the plug I know that he got it
I ain't the plug you that I got it
Ouu you the sickest them lil' bitches watching
See how i do it then jump on the wave
Get mama a mansion that part of the plan
Y'all niggas be groupie in love with fame
I knew I would spend all my last on this rapping
So long as it pay then I'm keep rapping
When you caught me laughing you don't know the half
Whatever you doing just don't make me mad
Ain't nothing sweet boy this shit can get sour
Better put in motion can't give this sauce boy
Trails and tribulations everybody wanna skip that part
I know you them diamonds
Gotta crawl then walk now you stepping
Hold on hold on get em'
I'm a snap every time like a center
Got the ball in my hand I can't miss it
Got the ball in my hand I'm a score
It's only a couple niggas on this roster
Jamaican run them shottas
Chop em' up like mad max
Should've known I'm doing a little better
Hope you know that shit gone catch up
I ain't even bout to argue with karma
I ain't even bout' to fight with karma
From the trenches im in sprinter vans
I still reminisce but I wont change nothing
Aston Martin I'm trying put the wings up
Get a hundred ain't kicking my feet up
Ain't no smoke for the clout he fiendin'
He ain't never did trying to prove sum'
Stack that bread ball park
Rock out with no guitar
Pull up at the quik trip
Refill then I get back in it
Mix that faygo wit some wockhardt
Came from nothing that why I go hard
I can see her eyes she want more
Told myself don't fall in love
I ain't gon' lie I still done fell hard
That was my dawg we might meet again
You got my right and I got your left
I'm still trying to figure out where it went left
We had this rap shit in our hand
Everybody keep asking what's going on
You know I'm a slide I'm mad what happen
I wouldn't take nothing back
Wouldn't be here right now
Lord I love my mama
Can't even call my father
But I'm on the road chasing for them Ms
I got a family someone gotta get it
You tried to say I switch up wasn't with me
Trying to sipping' fucking with my body
I don't want love been broke so many times
I ain't surprise someone done lost a life
This shit get wicked you gotta stay ten toes
Listen to guts when it's time to get out
It ain't your time right now you gotta sit down
Bullets start flying I pray that you get low
He in the streets but he suppose to be balling
He got some like aim curry
But ain't shooting basketball so deep in the street really fucked up
Baby on the way I know that he juggin' finessing
I'm a get us all out the trenches
I got my dawg don't wanna see him gone
Commissary get sent up the road
Pouring my heart on these beats with no option
Cus I know one we can get us some millions
It's a new generation toting switches
Can't let peon up the score and get me
It's enough for all us to win I know you can feel me
Should've known I'm doing a little better
Hope you know that shit gone catch up
I ain't even bout to argue with karma
I ain't even bout' to fight with karma
From the trenches im in sprinter vans
I still reminisce but I wont change nothing
Aston Martin I'm trying put the wings up
Get a hundred ain't kicking my feet up
Ain't no smoke for the clout he fiendin'
He ain't never did trying to prove sum'
Stack that bread ball park
Rock out with no guitar
Pull up at the quik trip
Refill then I get back in it
Mix that faygo wit some wockhardt

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