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For Real

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Bro said I can't be off, yeah She told me that she know I'm off the pills Can you feel? I don't wanna ball for real Keep it real (what?) Bro told me don't be off the drugs in the field I was taught to rob the plug Taught to steal If a na in our way we gon' kill That's for real, that's for real Bro said don't be off the drugs in the field I was taught to rob the plug Taught to steal If a na in our way he get killed That's for real, that's for real Fuck how you feel It's all about the dollar bills If I get locked up no I won't squeal, that's for real I don't remember what happened anyway I was off of the pills for real (skrrt) Choppa on me big dawg You want beef then the Neiman get your steaks off [???] no diet bitch, Rick Ross R. Kelly with these hoes, they be pissed off Yeah sippin' on a crystal VVS up in my wrist just like come crystals Balling hard like Chris Paul You na funny, took me like Chris Rock In the field I was taught the rob the plugs Taught to steal If a na in our way he get killed (yeah) That's for real Bro told me don't be off the drugs in the field I was taught to rob the plug, taught to steal If a na in our way we gon' kill That's for real, that's for real Bro said don't be off the drugs in the field I was taught to rob the plug, taught to steal If a na in our way he get killed That's for real, that's for real Fuck how you feel That's on God I go hard Put that on my squad .40 on me bodyguard He'll tear you apart You get stomped right in the yard Tear your man's apart I don't know why he start [???] I go hard Dread my hair just like I'm Coolio Balling like I'm Ruby-oh Catch me in the newest whip Fucking on the newest hoe Balling hard like Koby-oh Make the gun seen That bitch look like Oreo (mm ay yuh yuh) .40 with a tool, I just bought two WWE I slam that bitch Got on a freak show (yuh) Give me a freak hoe (yuh yuh) Balling out with Kilos Bro said I can't be off the drugs in the field I was taught to rob the plugs taught to steal If somebody in our way we gon' kill (we gon' kill) Bro told me don't be off the drugs in the field I was taught to rob the plug, taught to steal If a na in our way we gon' kill That's for real, that's for real Bro said don't be off the drugs in the field I was taught to rob the plug, taught to steal If a na in our way he get killed That's for real, that's for real Fuck how you feel So high I can't function (Yuh) I pop pills 'til I fuck up my stomach (Yuh) Give her pipes 'til she call me a plumber (Yuh) He go dumb on that shit, I go dumber (Yuh) Run up on me that .40's a dumper (Yuh) I'm a dog with this shit, yes I hump her (Yuh) I'm gon' shoot bitch Like Iman no Shumpert (Yuh) I pop Xans, I do percs that's for cover (Yuh) Run up on me Than you better take cover (Yuh) .40 on me, get to shooting Get to bussin' (Yuh) Sick of nas started taking Robitussin (Yuh) Ain't one fighting ain't one fussin' Ain't one tusslin' (Yuh) Run up on me Choppa Causing an eruption (Yuh) Huh, clip up on my pants like an erection (Yuh) Freestyle boy that shit look like perfection (Yuh) Got my hand on my money and my weapon (Yuh) I got first tell you That bitch sloppy seconds (sloppy seconds)