4 Real (feat. TeJae & Cyb.Robb)

I’m in my bag look 4 real Stack up that cheddar and chase it 4 real Switching lane shit ain’t the same no 4 real All this pain all this shame got me hurting 4 real Cause I’m in my bag look 4 real Fuck a nigga it is what it is In that field you get hurt or get killed I’m better off by myself eating a meal Cause I’m in my bag look 4 real I’m in my bag Yeah I’m in my bag look 4 real I’m in my bag, bag So tell me is you with that I gotta run it up yeah run it up that’s on my granny Popping bottles in the club with my jits yeah that’s my family Fuck a nigga and how he feel cause they so grimy they so slimy These niggas ain’t real they say they real but they ain’t soldiers When they in that field they really squeal look we go fold ya When pressure get applied That’s when you know Don’t run and tell and hide Boy y’all some hoes Let me test yo gangsta on yo soul Them pistols go really spank ya on my soul I see envy in yo eyes boy you a hoe All that pop shit shooting in the sky bitch blow yo pole I’m sick from the shoulders it’s really up yeah We can go from toe to toe I bet I’ll put you up yeah And if we go to war it’s really stuck there Let me talk my shit look why you did what you did Smoking on that loud sipping that crown with my jigs Quality over quantity and that’s just what it is Shit ain’t the same no more shit ain’t the same no more How I’m post to do it with all this pain up inside Looking in the sky wiping them tears from my eyes So much shit be running through my mind But I gotta stay strong and put my pride aside I’m a real nigga and I stand on all tens But don’t cross me dog cause I’m Cause it is what it is I hustle and I grind Stack that paper trying to ease my mind That’s why I hustle and I grind Getting money been on my mind I’m in my bag look 4 real Stack up that cheddar, and chase it 4 real Switching lane shit ain’t the same no 4 real All this pain all this shame got me hurting 4 real Cause I’m in my bag look 4 real Fuck a nigga it is what it is In that field you get hurt or get killed I’m better off, by myself eating a meal Cause I’m in my bag look 4 real I’m in my bag Yeah I’m in my bag look 4 real I’m in my bag, bag I’m up in my bag Shid lil nigga say where yo cash Wish a nigga play with me, I’m empty and I ain’t playing Fuck to mans on all ten toes when I stand Gun keep dumping sounding like a marching band when a blame Fuck a friend I rather be somewhere with my bitch Counting money till I twist my wrist Smoking on bliss The way you hustle nigga that ain’t it Fuck yo block and fuck yo bitch Tell yo ratting ass daddy suck a baby dick Don’t make me show you how real it get Yeah real quick Don’t make me send them nigga to kill shit And everything you live with. For me they’ll steal shit 4th and goal ready to blitz shit Pop something out the maro on a nigga and dip quick You niggas loyal you disloyal 556 will destroy you I ain’t tripping I got a good lawyer Money and respect is what live by You say you got a problem come over nigga I’m real high No reply I been down 4 to long know it’s time to chase a bag Nigga changing like the weather so I must remain the same Nigga chasing all this cash and I swear it’s moving fast Only real ones in my circle and I put that on my soul I’ll never fold Put it on my momma that I never told Fuck a rat Split his hat, And that’s that Real soldiers over here Bust his lil brain let’s get this shit clear Ain’t showing no fear End his career It is what it is I’m in my bag look 4 real And chase it 4 real All this pain all this shame got me hurting 4 real I’m in my bag look 4 real Stack up that cheddar and chase it 4 real Switching lane shit ain’t the same no 4 real All this pain all this shame got me hurting 4 real Cause I’m in my bag look 4 real Fuck a nigga it is what it is In that field you get hurt or get killed I’m better off by myself eating a meal Cause I’m in my bag look 4 real I’m in my bag Yeah I’m in my bag look 4 real I’m in my bag, bag