Skip to content
Lyric
Dive
Public playlists
My playlists
Search
Sign in
who really? / real on this end
Kyo’s Archive
Popularity · Low
+
🇬🇧 English · Original
0
0
Listen
YouTube
1
2
3
0:00 / 0:00
Loading YouTube player...
Lyrics offset
Synced
Lyrics
Original
Translation
Bilingual
(What do you desire?)
Yeah, yeah (bitch, you fucked me up with this one)
Turn me up, bird business
Double R, they with me
(Bitch, haha!) Yeah, uh
(You fucked me up with this one)
Who with me? Who against me?
Who love me? Who there for me? Who really?
Thinkin', sittin' back, smokin' cigarettes, fuckin' my lungs up
Thinkin', who really my brother?
Thinkin', she really my lover?
Thinkin', should I have cuffed her?
Everything fuckin' my head up
We 'posed to be there for each other
Treated you like my brother
Danielle had love for you like you was one of her sons, yeah
Seein' my baby brother on that monitor is fuckin' my head up
Everything got me fed up
Pills fuckin' my brain up
Fuck around, go insane, yeah
It's like ever since Brenda been gone, everything been goin' down the drain, yeah
Nothing been the same, yeah
Who around really love me?
Who around for the fame? Yeah
That fame is a dangerous game, yeah
Give all my niggas game, yeah
This shit got me in pain, yeah
Gave a lot of niggas names, yeah
Huh, called you brother once, so I won't shit up on your name, yeah
But that's just me, won't fold under heat
I'll never put my niggas in jeopardy, you got a daughter to feed
I wear my heart on my sleeve
It be some nights I can't sleep
These drugs takin' over me
God, forgive me
Can't let these niggas put me or my niggas six-feet deep
I hope the same go for me
I got a family to feed
I'll hold this shit down, but y'all pray for me (bitch, haha)
(I'll hold this shit down, y'all pray for me)
(I'll hold this shit down, y'all pray for me)
(If I leave here now, who would cry for me?)
(Desire)
(Bitch, haha!) No paper, no pen, it's real on this end
This straight off the dome, I'm gone off the Henn'
I'm goin' for the win, we gone in the wind
Tryna repent my sins, free Doo out the pen
We done came to our ends
Glocks out, diamonds out, 60,000 jewelry, I'm him
Rocks shinin' with no light, even in the dim
I love it when it rain
I should've went plain
But I was young and I wanted bling
So I did my thing
Car changin' lanes by itself, no brain
And it park itself, that's how I came
It speak for itself
Old white man like, "How the hell?"
Assumin' that I sell
Paid KayB bail
Couldn't let him sit in there
I love you, bitch, it's 4L
Forever, flockin' together