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Real Bad Man
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Brrt, Lord
This that "look up in the sky" music (Huh?)
Crack a window while you cookin' apple pie to it (Sheesh)
Huh, take a toke for the smoke list (Ayy)
Blow a couple O's, no stress
For the lost on that cold bench (Damn)
Tell the police you ain't sold shit (Nope)
I don't give a fuck if they catch a whole brick (Facts)
Shit, we follow the honor code
You only move with your bros when involvin' these hoes (Hoes)
I get dressed like my burner is a part of my clothes (Brrt)
I'm a student to the game, Lord
Lord), so pardon these flows (Uh-huh)
Half a million streams combined in four months (Four months)
Fulfillin' all my dreams, it only took four blunts (Four blunts)
It ain't been the same since I went on tour
I came back with a plan, I ain't fuck with that raw (Nah)
Before, I used to sleep on the couch to play the door
To avoid the raid, it's either struggle or you won't get paid (Lord)
Flashback, bring it back, live, prosper
Take care the fam', fuck tryna be popular
Talk the truth, you see who a traitor
There's rules to this shit, keep your mind on
Your paper, uh (Keep your mind on your paper)
Flashback, bring it back, live, prosper
Take care the fam', fuck tryna be popular
Talk the truth, you see who a traitor
There's rules to this shit, keep your mind on
Your paper, uh (Keep your mind on your paper)
Can't take back what I took
Could never shake back from all the shit that I shook
Neighbors can't say jack, they ain't get a good look
Had to stomp on the smack, get it on the
Good foot (Keep your mind on your paper)
Got it out the mud, dug it up from the roots
I want seven-fifty, but it's QP, a cookbook (You know it)
True, she look good and she got some goods (Good shit)
But it's pros over hoes, we ain't trippin'
On the puss' (Keep your mind on your paper)
Fifty bale of kush, never been a rollin' loud
On the road duckin' twelve, whole trunk loaded down
Head on a swivel, floatin' on a cloud
Me and Double in that rental, lil' brodie on the hound (Turn around)
Servin' fiends swivels at the Coney on the mile
Got 'em leavin' from the Nickels with a coke and a small
In my line of work, took a sacred oath and a vow
Had to build my land first, then I broke them bitches down, what else?
It's like Heaven opened up (Woo)
You can hear the ladies singin' while I'm blowin' coconuts
Bars on some smooth shit, cigar on your bullwhip (Skrrt)
New bricks, got me a massage on a cruise ship
Story from the corner boy who made it out the mud (What up?)
I don't play about the grub, I'm okay without the plug
Never lackin', I could go a day without the snub
Even on when I perform, don't make me spray it in the club (Brrt)
Session full of smoke, my profession full of coke
Now I'm wrappin' up this gas while you stressin' off the dope
Play with Flee, I'ma teach a lesson to your folks
Don't be messin' with that water 'til you restin' on your boat (Ah)
Back-to-back classics, class for my mathematics
Got a spot at the top of the block, let's add attics (Add attics)
Flowin' like a water hose, twelve P, I ordered those
For the bros, we can keep it trumpin' 'til the border close
Loyalty or death, film, music, and the clothes (What up?)
I get it off my chest while you still usin' hoes (Pussy)
You know I invest, I'm movin' all these O's (Ah)
We set now, gettin' checks for doin' all these shows, muhfucka
Flashback, bring it back, live, prosper
Take care the fam', fuck tryna be popular
Talk the truth, you see who a traitor
There's rules to this shit, keep your mind on your paper, uh
Flashback, bring it back, live, prosper
Take care the fam', fuck tryna be popular
Talk the truth, you see who a traitor
There's rules to this shit, keep your mind on your paper, uh
Yo, Real Bad Man, what up?
Yeah, keep your mind on your muhfuckin' bread
(There's rules to this shit, keep your mind on your paper, uh)
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