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For real, for real. For real, for real. Countin' money, countin' more. Got me feelin' like a star. Niggas wanna see me score. So I got somethin' in the car. Way too many niggas fraud. Hate me like it's a job. I'll be damned if I get robbed. 'Cause I'ma send they ass to God. For real, for real. For real, for real. For real, for real. For real, for real. For real, for real. Real, for real. Niggas hate, I got it locked. In these streets, they say I'm hot. Bein' real'll get you got. Prolly somethin' that you're not. I just got another Glock. Tell the plug I need another block. And I don't fuck with niggas, niggas get you Popped. That's why I'm on the block with hundreds In the stock. Who they tryna block? I tell 'em I ain't for it. Playin' like I'm Curry, how could you ignore it? Hatin' got you broke and still you can't afford It. Me, I'm doin' me and somethin' that's important. I rep for Houston like Whitney, nigga. Boy in the hood, ain't no Ricky, nigga. Tryna vision what auto'll fit me, nigga. Might just buy the whole spot 'cause I'm picky, Nigga. Me and Turner thug on rider life. He make a call, I'm jumpin' out my body. Somebody get hidden like Illuminati. We flush it then kick it like we do Karate. Now who they gon' try? Tell 'em jump fly and I can get 'em Crashed. Bitch, if it's pressure, better get your Cash. Fuck nigga, cut it, I ain't talkin' grass. I'm from a place where shit get hard. Everybody out wanna be stars. One on my waist and got one in the Car. In the field tryna not to get scarred. Why so many niggas turn out fraud? Fuck niggas on a full-time job. Slip up, might turn out robbed. Pissed off, now I'm talkin' to God. For real, for real. For real, for real. For real, for real. For real, for real. For real. For real, for real. Realest nigga, nothin' less. I'm the streets and you a guest. All that hatin' got you stressed. Bitch, hate on me and get you pressed. I just got my sack up on everybody. Might pull up trippin' with everybody. Clear the block, get my clip out on everybody. Not Amigo, but take off on everybody. Ain't no time to try to talk and finesse. Disrespect and I'll be at your address. If I go to work, I'll bring it right To your desk. Ain't no eatin', no, I take It right to your chest. Let you make a nigga howl. You only try what I allow. King with it, nigga, bow. Fuck next, I was now. Fuck with the truth and shit get out of Hand. If we don't lock up, I take it To your man. Do what I want, no day I ever plan. I'm from the West, I get You where you stand. Sick of niggas playin' foul. Teach a nigga like a lecture. Run that chopper 'til it catch ya. Might just end up on a stretcher. Countin' money, countin' more. Got me feelin' like a star. Niggas wanna see me score. So I got somethin' in the car. Way too many niggas fraud. Hate me like it's a job. I'll be damned if I get robbed. 'Cause I'ma send they ass to God. For real, for real. For real, For real. For real, for real. For for real. For real, for real. For real, real. For real, for real. For for real. For real. For real. For real. For Real.
Trae tha Truth, Lil Durk — FrFr
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