Lyrics:
the police
Get it good girl, use your knees
I love them brainiacs
Yeah, my last ho had a few degrees (for real)
Back on my Compton shit
Demonic how I
for real, for real)
Baby, it's, baby, it's for real, for real, for real
All my friends say I'm wasting my time on you
Tryin' to dissuade me with
I'm real
I steady stay jammin Screw
I got to send it out to my boys Zane and crew
My nigga Adrian
I got tha Haircut Joe
Flowin in tha bitch
It's this
I'm real
I steady stay jammin Screw
I got to send it out to my boys Zane and crew
My nigga Adrian
I got tha Haircut Joe
Flowin in tha bitch
It's this
Real, real, real, real
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
Real, real, real, real
Bad, bad, bad, bad
Best friend, best friend
That's my best friend, she
for the war, and end of the nights, but blessed, I'll
Be blasting enemies testin'. Watch out for my friends.
Bet I got my friends, bet I got my
through with 30 keys up in a bag
We gotta make a livin
Nigga know I'm real
Jammin Screw
I got to send it out to my boys Zane and crew
My nigga Adrian
ag
Niggas comin through with 30 keys up in a bag
We gotta make a livin
Nigga know Im real
Jammin Screw
I got to send it out to my boys Zane and crew
My
on Cassidy and
A scuffle breaks out between
The entourages and delays the battle
For just over five minutes
You get ya jammed up, I got my blue bands up
I'll
cross ya out
Chorus:
Hey yo, I walk by myself,i die by myself
'cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self
I do for my self,make moves for my
the neighbors say they seen you and your little friends
Over there by Food for Less and they was preaching to you
Over there telling you about the good book
oh, oh, oh, oh
If you want your friends to think you're starting with a smile
Be for real, girl
Just be, be for real, (Be for real)
Be, be for real
I
option
This for my people i'm bringing the flame
You know i'm shining after the rain
Champagne for my real friends
Real pain for my sham friends
All this
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
bottles of Ciroc
And bowls of red grapes members of
Meek's entourage
Old friends who he now semi-employs
For a variety of unspecific tasks
Drift in and out
mama, mama, that's all
And by the time I get to Oklahoma, she'll be sleeping
She'll turn softly in her restless sleep, call my name out low
And oh,
Remix
And you know A real one
Had to jump on this one, hay
Ooo fill my cup to this
Puna boy anthem
This one for all my Soldiers
You know how I do
My friends, real friends, better than your friends
That's how we keep poppin' out that Benz, yeah
No foes, real friends, we ain't even got
friends, my friends, my friends"
I had that little ass Nissan at your crib showin' up
Liquor store out of Arbor Mist, we Irish Rosed it up
Then we
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
friends
My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends?
Deep as the ocean is the motion of life
Thought you would have been the sister I chose for my
drop, look at my yacht, boy stop
Look at all the shit you ain't got
This shit real nigga
The shit real in the field
For real nigga now, leave it in
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