Lyrics:
the difference between you and them?
Boys in blue and the boys in white
I used to be with them
Boys in blue sellin' poison white to my own folks
Ridin' through
I been in my bag for real
I'm bout build a Stu in the crib so I can spazz for right real
96 draft my pop got picked he had that cash for real
Dreams
Black Biz, support that, for Black Cash
I Blacked Out, now go on, kiss my Black Ass
I'm back Boy, a Black Boy wit Black Joy
Fresh, Fly on top
(true)
But if it calls for me to force my way in the door (huh)
Headhunting motherfuckers, stay on the floor (uh)
4-4, that's what I get sick with (grr)
real, for real
Cartier bangles for real, for real (turn, turn)
My pockets expanded for real, for real (turn, turn, turn up)
I've really seen it get
trying to get my hustle on. But you know what? I just need you to be
there for
me 'cause uh gangstas need love too.
Lawand/Mercedes
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
Takin' cruises on boats, sippin' champagne
Rollin' out the red carpet when they see ya $10,000 mink coat
That's why them hoes want to be ya, but
nigga done came up
By my lonely
Real nigga never changed up
For my homies
By my lonely
By my lonely
By my lonely
By my lonely
Whole game done
my enemies on a leash capiche?
And keep it real for the people I reach!
wanted to bang
But as a friend you always wanted to hang
My swag levels was never really just up to par
I'm on my bike she's hoping out of some dude car
Diamonds
Represent for my peoples
Word up, kid
Tony Starks
Universal frontier
Original bloodclaat bad boys
Who come to get you, none, they want guns
Diamonds
Represent for my peoples
Word up, kid
Tony Starks
Universal frontier
Original bloodclaat bad boys
Who come to get you, none, they want guns
As a big boy I no dey just collar shirt stripe on
Its crunch styles watch the punch lines when my mic’s on
Elect president for your resident
Lyric simple
on my sleeve it was displayed on a shelf
They hate it when we make the most out of the hand we was dealt
It's all 'bout how you play your cards for real
really real son is it really real son is it really real
Somethin’ I can feel or something on the billboards
Houses on the hills boy is it really real
My
plottin' for the getaway
When my childhood friends get sent away
To prison on their first offense
It's fucked up but listen
We study God but don't know him
boy don't do no friends
We throwing rocks
At the chain gang
So free my niggas out the pen
I beat it up then bent her over
And i left it in
Got a gitt
win
Man I'm Out here doing my dirt lord forgive me for my sins
My heart cold I seen to much just by the shit that I was in
I been solo since
(true)
But if it calls for me to force my way in the door (huh)
Headhunting motherfuckers, stay on the floor (uh)
4-4, that's what I get sick with (grr)
Started this shit
Making bars that hit
Making songs that's lit
I'ma say my bit
I say thanks to my friends
Real ones never end
Got a Mercedes Benz
to me now
The real can't be brought or sold, taught or told
The boy tried to keep it but he lost his soul
On the road to the riches, he lost control
check my DM on a real"
Real friends, I’ve got a few
A couple guys coming out the blue
Got me here thinking 'Who are you?'
Yeah yeah boy, I do it proper
Riding slow down the fast lane
Boy there ain’t no use in running
If you don’t know how to drive
You got that love for the champagne
But you never
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