Lyrics:
going on for a bit
There's nothing left in my stomach
But guilt and an empty pit
I play out in real-time
Through a screen in my pocket
And I can't even
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
who can shine
I'm a star boy making light please just call me Doctor Light
Ain't no music major ass but fuck it major music coming out my ass
I fucked
loyal, throw your Rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne boils and the campaigns roar
And the lights shine bright every
know you did that shit before now
Pussy mad tight now - I know you up
In it galore
For real
Feel real good
Bangin’ out my walls (whoo)
Love it like
you and hold you
PREPARATIONS FOR THE PARTY
The doll must go
I invite my friends
The manservant polishes the silver, dusts the chandelier.
The light
today
(For the niggas like you who ain't with me today)
I've been real from the beginning
I can never let a tear fall down my face
I guess this is
Concussed with percussion
Whilst under a discussion
Confusions conclusion
Atomic combustion
This is just too real
Two real eyes is
You'll never take my pain
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
brothers it's all good we strong people
More strain on the brain and the pain I deal with
Ill with nasty niggas my whole crew on some real shit
For
, Champagne for my real friends
Real pain for my sham friends, Real pain for my sham friends
'Cos I live in darkness, Wuuuu-uhuu
And I see no reason,
say
(Fuck a fake friend, where your real friends at? Started!)
Uh man this shit so ill that we had to restart it
H-town my second home like I'm
say
(Fuck a fake friend, where your real friends at? Started!)
Uh man this shit so ill that we had to restart it
H-town my second home like I'm
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
brothers
It's all good, we strong people
More strain on the brain
And the pain I deal with
Ill with nasty niggas
My whole crew on some real shit
For real
brothers it's all good we strong people
More strain on the brain and the pain I deal with
Ill with nasty niggas my whole crew on some real shit
For
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
plus (yeah)
Gratitude is a must, yeah
Me see blessings fall by mi right hand
Buss a toast fi di friends weh tek off heavy load
One time did sit down
of a crown
You better bow down then get up
I won't let up or let go
I take the hate they throw and
Embody it for the energy to go turn up at my
Sold-out shows
a bout NIGGA
Show you what a man bout NIGGA
Never gave a damn about clout NIGGA
All my real niggas know
We Out Here NIGGA
W.O.H.
We Out Here NIGGA
W.O.H.
I don't want no sushi
(No, thank you)
I pour that champagne out for all of
My niggas ain't here no more (Ha, yeah)
I'm ridin' solo
Stackin' these M's
and beaten into submission
By family, church, school and state.
From then on we're easy game for the powermongers.
Like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out
my house is your home
If you eva need a friend then call Abel on the phone
Chorus x3
(Yo)
(This is for the real ballers and players
I'm talkin' to Jesus (Jesus)
Real shallow n-, probably pray for a gray coupe (Lord)
Maybe the Lykan, or a mansion out in the Seychelles
Ghost
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