Lyrics:
never do it for wealth yeah
Imma keep it real
Imma do me give a fuck how you feel
Realest in my city by now you know the deal
Imma be the one whose
studio some of the hottest UK cats out there
My man Skinnyman {Woah, woah, Blade
And Mr. Tibbs what's the deal? What you got for me?
{Yeah
Learn to walk a tightrope
Ever seen a rich nigga go broke?
They putting liens on a nigga things
Publicize your demise, and by all means
Your
Learn to walk a tightrope
Ever seen a rich nigga go broke?
They putting liens on a nigga things
Publicize your demise, and by all means
Your family
Yeah
Hah
Yo
Ugh
Yeah
(Verse 1)
He went from a street kid doin regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin over the city, block by block
'Cause I writes the fat raps and kids memorize 'em
I tries, um, this new style and, boy, did I surprise 'em
They said "Yo, that's too hype, yo, who's he
Control the compound and buy a new house (oh, it is?)
Got 'em all mad, sittin', poutin'
Real deal slime, let me tell you 'bout it (oh, oh)
My carpet
close to you right now, it's a force field.
I wear my heart upon my sleeve, like a big deal.
Your love pours down on me surround me like a waterfall.
with real
I got my own paper, I can't sign a deal
Mansion in Beverly Hills
I run up the check, give a fuck how you feel
I just might teach you
codeine, my baddest bitch is on X pill
I want a couple million without a record deal
Got 25 thousand on me, when I've been ridin' in a Phantom
Got all
keep it cool with me
I played it by the rules and the regulations
I use to switch cars with the Mexican at the gas station
Mine had money in it, his
a deal in time for the end of this transition period. But, in the last half hour, we are now hearing that the government is said to be planning new
low squeal
My life's
Ideal
These line's
I deal
My life So real
Eye
Roll up get down
Blunt talk earl Grey
They say all day
To live your life your way
out
I got water running by the spout
Selling bottles if we hit the drought
New day different house
Real money buy a spouse
And boat just to take her out
I don't know how to feel
I just know this shit been getting real
I done lost so many in the field
I just wanna sign a fucking deal
I don't know how
died
And now they left us to figure it out"
America
I aint tryna bury ya
I'm tryna make ya better bruh
Yo for real
What's the deal?
Ain't nothin be
Ignoring your calls ignoring your text
Can't deal your shit lil bitch you a clown
You found a new nigga and you want me now
I'm tryna be up she holding me
that new crack
The type of shit that got me looking like Nino and New Jack
Had to pull myself up by the bootstraps
Can't fail or get caught
Broken bone and liar's lead
Caught off guard and left for dead
Luck keeps turning as the light begins to dull
And by healing hands I'm saved
Pulled
goes by
Lost some friends
Made new ones
Call them fam
Pray to God
No pretend
We be real
Makin deals
Got them slack
Eat more meals
Yeah
And I probably
Deal with the pain pain
The pain pain
(Deal with the pain pain, fuck this shit find a brand new lane)
I’ve been up down with ma click gang
Trapped now with the real thing
Self esteem got me self increased
Busy working on a real deal
Mondays I get
been a lot worse
I ain't dead, I ain't in a hearse
But still I got to deal with the
Fact that a nigga feeling curse
I need to let it out, so I spit it in
Guidelines that keep niggas inside of fabrics
Commissioned by the state, I skate by the masters
Like "Yoo-hoo" with a new-new ridin' passenger
Shout out Oak
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