The Real Me

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Spirit CJ

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Even when I'm sick as hell, I'm goin' crazy on these beats
Yo, girl, she on my dick, but I'm like, baby, you can't f*ck with me
My dog, I feed him pedigree, rise up to my best degree
My brother, he up in them cells , his ass ain't even, take the plea
And I get it, I'm out here tryna f*ck on these grown women
Bet if I had a hunnid mil, or a chain, they would've did it
Man, that's sickening , everything I say is facts and it ain't scripted
I could've went for that ball, but I ain't shoot it man I tipped it
Man, this life shit get for real, like every nigga got some steel
That's why I'm steel to heart, heart to steel just like a Navy SEAL
Man, I ain't tryna get killed, smoke some weed, but I don't do pills
A lot of niggas don't see my skill, don't wanna tell no one how I feel, oh
Ayy, like shorty did me bogus , like I know you broken inside
You ain't want me to notice, but it's like, f*ck you now
Now I don't even care, and I know you cryin', I smell it in the air
Even when I'm sick as hell, I'm goin' crazy on these beats
Yo, girl, she on my dick, but I'm like, baby, you can't f*ck with me
My dog, I feed him pedigree, rise up to my best degree
My brother, he up in them cells, his ass aint even, take the plea
And I get it, I'm out here tryna f*ck on these grown women
Bet if I had a hunnid mil, a chain, they would've did it
Man, that's sickening , everything I say is facts and it ain't scripted
I could've went for that ball, but I ain't shoot it man, I tipped it
Uh, thinkin' bout them days when niggas left me out
They seen the best weather, I ain't never seen shit but a drought
I do this shit for my faith, like nigga f*ck the clout
I'm tryna move bout smart can't let them take me out
And I know how this get, man, I'm comin' to that party, I don't care who you with
And man, I'm high as hell, my mind been playin' tricks
Oh, man, I'm speedin' in this beamer doin' extra shit
I make mistakes, I fucked the wrong bitches,
fucked with the wrong people
I read the wrong sequels
The get back made equal
I'm seeing pass other shit, these colors got me flyin
Like, baby girl, I'm trying, you can't stop with all that lyin
I guess we need some distance, we really need the distance
I've been tryna see your interest
And baby girl, I'm really tryna understand you
With everything that happened, man, I gotta blame you
Man, I'm a cold-hearted nigga, I can't lie
Tell me why the real niggas always gotta die
Baby girl, I can tell you why you my type
We can hit the mall get, whatever you like

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