Real One
Quey
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Yeaa Aye Yea Aye Man y'all know what the f*ck it is man Y'all already know what it is man Y'all know how I'm rocking with the shits Y'all know who on the fucking beat man Y'all already know man f*ck with me They told me they want me to take em back to the crib with it That 3 0 5 shit So that's what I'm bout to do They say they love When I get up on that street shit Take em to Miami Not none of that south beach shit Run into your house Like it’s the finish line Yea them street lights on But I’m still outside Pose to be a real G But he dropping dimes Only time I seen a dime I was out there slanging mine Homie he just caught a dime Like that’s a long time Told me he gone be alright Mary J he just fine Tell a friend to tell a friend Quey on the block and he back it again That’s the Opp right there then we gotta spin Chrome to his dome hands up he tryna to win I ain’t playing with you niggas Ain’t got time for these hoes I done told you once before I don’t ever trust no soul He was raised by the streets He ain’t the only the child All my niggas steppers Like the Greeks out Yea Moms made a hustler Pops raised a go getter You looking at a dog But I am a Gorilla Now she like Go Figure I ain’t no hoe nigga I was out there in the field They was playing in the liter Yea Momma raised a real one I done shed them real tears and that real blood I was out there in that field with them real thugs Where niggas don’t got time to rap they throwing real slugs Yea Pops raise a real G A lot of niggas in my city yea they envy me They be hating I can feel it in they energy They get the chance I know that they gone try to finish me Yea Momma raised a real one I done shed them real tears and that real blood I was out there in that field with them real thugs Where niggas don’t got time to rap they throwing real slugs Yea They watching they plotting They really can’t stand me Lotta cold nights When I lived in Miami Ima make it out That was word to family Nuttin in her mouth We don’t never need a Plan B My dawg jumped And he say he looking for a freak hoe Told him don’t worry Ima put you on this greek hoe Told him that she foul What that mean she a free throw Blow New Jersey up He said I get it she Faneto Copy that 10-4 When you done let’s get doe He said that we got that I told him let’s go get mo Calling up them hitters Like you ready bitch we on the go Run into that crib Everybody get up on the flo Mask on mask off Neutron blast off Way my homie push it You a think it was nascar Claiming that u a G Better be careful what you ask for Yea I went to college You ain’t heard ima master Momma raised a real one I done shed them real tears and that real blood I was out there in that field with them real thugs Where niggas don’t got time to rap they throwing real slugs Yea Pops raise a real G A lot of niggas in my city yea they envy me They be hating I can feel it in they energy They get the chance I know that they gone try to finish me Yea
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