[Lyric] Real Ones Stay Blessed (Ty'Ron (allmfmg))

[Intro]
Don't play checkers with chess players
Stay blessed, playas
My old levels the same as your best layers
Trying to keep up with me done got you stressed, players
Stay blessed, playas...

[Verse 1]
I'm in Atlantic Station, bossing
Low key, flossing
How I manuevered got me feeling like "fuck what it's costing"
I'm Allen Iverson and Kobe Bryant, if you crossed them
1996, holding grudges to the coffin
I'm the pied piper, man you niggas just pie
I really laid that pipe and you niggas just lie
I'm really Mid-Flight, cause I'm really that fly
3 miles sky dive, I was really that high
Cartier, Cartier, yeah I'm needing that vision
Bout to incorporate again, I need some more missions
Stand-out continuous, we couldn't be more different
How many times I withstood it all without flinching
No matter if the chances were slim...
Bear and grin when the situation's grim
Cause next, I'm filling that duffle bag to the rim
And treating the store like I was back at the gym
Durant, rapping like Iceberg Slim
Repping the commission, killing the game
Bitches wanna chill with the kang with chill in his vein
Swerving all over the whole road and I'm still in my lane
Symbolism in my lines and symbols all in my name
Stay blessed playas
[Chorus]
Cause real niggas tend to be real at most thangs
Cause real niggas tend to be real at most thangs
Cause real niggas tend to be real at most thangs
Cause real niggas tend to be real at most thangs

[Verse 2]
She on the Moscato D'Asti, rolling with her posse
It's just a waiting game until I summon that body
Yo, who treat it better than moi...
If it wasn't so great, she'd even go for a toi
But the thought of sharing this, got her telling me nah
It's time for round 2, can't get enough of the boi
Yeah, stay blessed, baby
Weather the storms, manage your stress, baby
You gambled and you lost, leave those L's in Vegas
I'm digging holes in the desert if you acting outrageous
Acting out my life on stages, in front of 10,000 faces
When we were alone, you treated me just like a stranger
I'm God's child, guaranteed, only he could judge
My image, only my right hand bitch can smudge
Fuck it, I'm holding down my niggas like they call me the Man
And we brainstorm on a come-up and we call it the plan
No blood relation but we call it a fam
You outside the circle so you wouldn't understand
Addicted to winning tough, like it's really a drug
And my niggas depend on me like I'm really the plug
I see these cocky young rappers really feeling they stuff
But I'm shooting off my lines they really some slugs
I'm really with the shits and it's never enough
And it's nothing for me to show ya'll that I'm better than bruh
(Cause real niggas tend to be real at most thangs)
You got some gold plated ones, that ain't solid and most change
Heartbreak teaches you more than love
The other side attracted you more than us
I just close doors and burn bridges, I can't help it
When we survived West Montgomery, they wasn't helping
So now these sob stories and bible verses, my nigga, spare me
I got atleast a million dollars earmarked for Larry
Stay blessed playa
[Chorus]
Cause real niggas tend to be real at most thangs
Cause real niggas tend to be real at most thangs
Cause real niggas tend to be real at most thangs
Cause real niggas tend to be real at most thangs