[Verse 1: Relly Cole]
Never had shit
Always wanted more so I grab shit
Cause growin up with a big dream in a small city was a bad mix
Always been my own man, I ain't really care too much bout what a dad is
God knew he was a drug addict, thinkin "why the fuck you let him have kids?"
But I lucked up, set up for failure to be a fuck up
Strengthened my barrier had to tough up
It made me stronger so shut the fuck up
Only pussies give up its a fucking stick up
Like how the hot shit make a nigga freeze up and these niggas ease up
I done seen Crips try to bool with the Bloods
At the end of the night tryna throw they B's up
Ain't no runnin, if you comin for me bitch im lookin for you
Niggas love talkin hot shit, till that hot shit get to cookin on you
Worry bout if your niggas fake but you will never know until they bookin on you
Gotta watch them niggas that be in they feelings
Really they don't feel you they just feel your image
Keep a small circle I ain't never switchin
Niggas gang bang, half of em bitches
Really its just for a image because when its clutch time they be missin
Ain't been really chasin bitches because lately I been chasin me some chicken
If I'm fuckin bae you gotta [?] steal can't be mixin pleasure with my business
Flexin my trap planet fitness
Benji, bro, them Bloods they helped my with my vision
Way too thirsty for attention I can't have these bitches fuckin up the vision
So that mean I gotta go and get it, Ima go and get it
Ima bring it back like that shit was rented
You should keep it mind yo fuckin business
Ever since a youngin I knew I was gifted bitch
Smokin dope it got me lifted bitch
Knowin I gotta play for keeps I used to play myself but know I'm seeing vivid bitch
No more trippin, time to lace up
If you feelin froggy nigga say some
Talkin gun play but never spray none
I can have some niggas change your face up
[Verse 2: Chino LaMud]
TryfeLyfe I'm a [?] I be breakin rules
Drop so many shots on any yall
That this clutch will prolly make the breaking news
You got any proof pray it's bullet proof
Pussy boy [?] in a body suit
Prolly [?] your head [?] body you
Time to let out everything inside of you
I swear, I promise you that all that gasoline should be an antidote
I be off the guard and it be fuck a hoe
It's so many problems I be stressin on
But like a firework I had to let it go
Drop a hoe then get a better hoe
Niggas freezin up when we gon let it snow
Go against the grain and get a better coat
Or throw the problems in they grandma medical
What you livin for will be the death of you
Hoes will be fuckin the niggas that's next to you
Don't let no pussy embarrass you
Might have to smack a bitch down like Chris Jericho
Truth be told nigga I'm darin you
Truth be told nigga I'm darin you
Nobody in my clique scared of you
And there ain't nobody here to come care for you, who gon care for you
Relly,[?], my blood, fuck with us going and we blowin guns
Like you trust me enough make you open up
If you hate me enough then I'm blowin up
Momma raised me enough not to give a fuck
If I betray any brother then light me up
Knew I was a shit before I left the [?]
But we pass the Dutch around as if it was a slut
[Verse 3: Relly Cole & Chino LaMud]
If [?] was off bitch the burner on me
Hot headed nigga two-hundred degrees
Niggas get mad no collabin for free
You gon take me as serious as I take me
You take me as a joke I take pockets and leave
I take your shit so I buy what I please
I don't speak [?] so this ain't what it seem
You don't want smoke then this ain't whatchu need
I ain't average nigga tell me whatchu mean
Ready for whatever karma gotta bring
Just remember nigga karma got leave
And get them niggas who say karma out for me
I remember I ain't have that clout on me
The bitches suckin never put they mouth on me
Shooters sendin shooters to the house for me
I shoot em off the top and burn the balcony
[Outro]
That's real shit
That's real shit
That's real shit
And that's real shit
That's real shit
That's real shit
That's real shit
That's real shit
Never had shit
Always wanted more so I grab shit
Cause growin up with a big dream in a small city was a bad mix
Always been my own man, I ain't really care too much bout what a dad is
God knew he was a drug addict, thinkin "why the fuck you let him have kids?"
But I lucked up, set up for failure to be a fuck up
Strengthened my barrier had to tough up
It made me stronger so shut the fuck up
Only pussies give up its a fucking stick up
Like how the hot shit make a nigga freeze up and these niggas ease up
I done seen Crips try to bool with the Bloods
At the end of the night tryna throw they B's up
Ain't no runnin, if you comin for me bitch im lookin for you
Niggas love talkin hot shit, till that hot shit get to cookin on you
Worry bout if your niggas fake but you will never know until they bookin on you
Gotta watch them niggas that be in they feelings
Really they don't feel you they just feel your image
Keep a small circle I ain't never switchin
Niggas gang bang, half of em bitches
Really its just for a image because when its clutch time they be missin
Ain't been really chasin bitches because lately I been chasin me some chicken
If I'm fuckin bae you gotta [?] steal can't be mixin pleasure with my business
Flexin my trap planet fitness
Benji, bro, them Bloods they helped my with my vision
Way too thirsty for attention I can't have these bitches fuckin up the vision
So that mean I gotta go and get it, Ima go and get it
Ima bring it back like that shit was rented
You should keep it mind yo fuckin business
Ever since a youngin I knew I was gifted bitch
Smokin dope it got me lifted bitch
Knowin I gotta play for keeps I used to play myself but know I'm seeing vivid bitch
No more trippin, time to lace up
If you feelin froggy nigga say some
Talkin gun play but never spray none
I can have some niggas change your face up
[Verse 2: Chino LaMud]
TryfeLyfe I'm a [?] I be breakin rules
Drop so many shots on any yall
That this clutch will prolly make the breaking news
You got any proof pray it's bullet proof
Pussy boy [?] in a body suit
Prolly [?] your head [?] body you
Time to let out everything inside of you
I swear, I promise you that all that gasoline should be an antidote
I be off the guard and it be fuck a hoe
It's so many problems I be stressin on
But like a firework I had to let it go
Drop a hoe then get a better hoe
Niggas freezin up when we gon let it snow
Go against the grain and get a better coat
Or throw the problems in they grandma medical
What you livin for will be the death of you
Hoes will be fuckin the niggas that's next to you
Don't let no pussy embarrass you
Might have to smack a bitch down like Chris Jericho
Truth be told nigga I'm darin you
Truth be told nigga I'm darin you
Nobody in my clique scared of you
And there ain't nobody here to come care for you, who gon care for you
Relly,[?], my blood, fuck with us going and we blowin guns
Like you trust me enough make you open up
If you hate me enough then I'm blowin up
Momma raised me enough not to give a fuck
If I betray any brother then light me up
Knew I was a shit before I left the [?]
But we pass the Dutch around as if it was a slut
[Verse 3: Relly Cole & Chino LaMud]
If [?] was off bitch the burner on me
Hot headed nigga two-hundred degrees
Niggas get mad no collabin for free
You gon take me as serious as I take me
You take me as a joke I take pockets and leave
I take your shit so I buy what I please
I don't speak [?] so this ain't what it seem
You don't want smoke then this ain't whatchu need
I ain't average nigga tell me whatchu mean
Ready for whatever karma gotta bring
Just remember nigga karma got leave
And get them niggas who say karma out for me
I remember I ain't have that clout on me
The bitches suckin never put they mouth on me
Shooters sendin shooters to the house for me
I shoot em off the top and burn the balcony
[Outro]
That's real shit
That's real shit
That's real shit
And that's real shit
That's real shit
That's real shit
That's real shit
That's real shit
( Relly Cole )
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