Lyrics:
it's a real deal b****, the real s***, there's no gimmicks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boys courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
Get down, feel the ground,
this, or you can get wit that,
you probably won't get wit this click, 'cause um, this where the gangstaz
at,
it's a real deal bitch, the real
to it you know how we do it vip wilding flashing big faces running hard all week now we celebrating by the bar douces got it by the cases turning up with
I grew up a Florida jit, Duval County in this bitch
High school I had the wicks, and my click had the sticks
I don't know who had the bricks, but I
Ice on my lobes
And this big ass crib that young nigga live in yeah
That shit don’t make me who I am
That shit don’t make me real
That shit don’t make
to take a picture
Pose for the camera, click, that shit
Don’t make me who I am (No)
That shit don’t make me real, that shit don’t make a young nigga Krish
Been a whole year, Dubskii in a spliff
(Oh, yeah)
Asked 'em, how many Vatos got hit?
Deli, Breezo, Bito, Sitch
Why you claim I got beat by a blick?
wish
I wanna get Rich
I'm getting real big
I need a big crib
I want a bad bitch
We having three kids
Ima let my new bitch drive my whip to flex on my ex
Shawty, we pick em up in my city, we pick em up
Nig y'ah, y'ah, y'ah
I like my women built like big block candy bars
Six stars for the hustle that they
fucking pays, motherfucker, fuck a job
Peace to all the real niggas getting loot
Robbing banks, sticking stores
Money bags exploding, troop
Niggas who do
foe
All black attire
When we going to pull a kick door
Yo bitch suck dick
For her fits
Real sicko
Getting big bank rolls
In the cold
Body shivers
First
resentment
Big tension from me, never vent and I live by the Fifth Amendment
Every sentence that I'm representin'
Don't get intentions that I was intendin'
Like swipe swipe it up
I remember i was 5 months short bills
Couldn't get a deal
Life was hittin real
You tested me mentally
Carried us like LeBron
Why they wanna test my gang if ill pull up quick in a blacked out range
Why they wanna test my ways if ill pull up click and let that bang
Dot dots
kept it clean
Screwed up click to the finish
Seven thirteen
Gotta show me love
When I hit your city
And she show me love
I built the label independent
shit, what are they thinkin?
They could stop, a nigga from comin up
They could stop a young nigga from makin big bucks
Independent, and black owned
the garden
I step light, like LA Gears, 90's vibes I'm her nostalgia
You caught me in a daze
My feelings screwed up
If I don't choose her, I just might
[Hook - 2x]
You niggaz ain't real, you niggaz ain't real
You niggaz ain't real, that's real
[Big Tuck]
You niggaz ain't real, real niggaz know that
we don't stunt wit it
Off top Big Tymers gon' come with it
Layin it down this month cause we got a reason (fo' sho')
And we gon' rip shit up cause it's
quicker
Than all white shoes
Right, I look at niggas like food
Or look at niggas like fools
Shit, if I don’t sell a brick in a day
My whole night’s screwed
talkin bout
Now I'm signing big deals I'm important (I'm important)
Real name Randy ain't no Orton (Ain't no Orton)
Quarter mill on my neck is icy froasty
lay
And your automobile is gettin sprayed on the real
Fuck the drive by shootin and them public affairs
We ain't wastin no bullets bitch we know where
real with it A broken nose and your blessed coming toes it froze I found a cof -fucking -wit n****s that screwed with it Them all for your so big so deep
of the apes
Niggas get hit every day
We pull up on opps, circle the block, out of the way
We pull up with Glocks, click, pow, right in they face
Real
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