[Interlude]
Everybody startin' to like all my pictures now, like they rootin' for me
'Cause they see shit startin' to change (Hahaha)
But they really not, though (They ain't real, niggas hatin')
[Intro]
See, I don't gotta write that shit down
They know I speak that shit straight from the top, 'cause that shit really
That shit really facts
That shit really come from somewhere
You get what I'm sayin'? (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
[Verse 1]
How real can I be? Shit, how real can I get?
Fuck the dead opps and the ones still gettin' spinned
Been with my gang thick and thin, niggas still ain't switched
I been through everything I could go through and I still ain't a bitch (Oh, really?)
I don't know if niggas hate me or if thеy just hate my wrist
I pop a Perc', give hеr this dick, you ain't takin' my bitch (Mwah)
Nigga crossed that one line and I ain't spoke to him since
Always talk shit on Live, but don't talk about how he got blicked
A nigga that said he loved me cliqued up with them niggas who wan' kill me
I thought I was slimy, psh, damn, that nigga filthy (Filthy)
Nigga did me dirty, damn, he ain't keep it real with me
Even though my nigga Kev gone, he still here with me
"Keep your foot on all these niggas necks," I keep on hearin' him (I got you)
God, why you take away one of the only niggas that still cheer for me? (I was his favorite rapper)
Hop in the coupe and crash out, the Percocet gon' steer for me
All them peeps on vibes, you capped out, that's why you don't hear from me
I did shit for everybody, but they can't name one thing they did for me
If I lose it all right now, go back in Lil Will attic, who gon' visit me?
That's just real life shit, this ain't no Disney
Sometimes I feel like my bitch the only one that's with me
Know she'd probably die for me, I feel it when she kiss me
Know she's not just talkin', feel it when she say she miss me
Run with me, I run with you, can't let these bitches trip me
Anything you want, baby, that's what you get from me
Pussy so damn wet, we fuck, I almost came instantly
Fuck what he say, she say, please don't bring that hatin' shit to me
Could you let 'em say it? Shoulda hit him in his shit for me
Shoulda kept that shit to yourself, now you a bitch to me
Free B and DJ, they mama like my mama
Told me you a rider, but not nada like this choppa
I remember 2010, I was doin' hits to Flocka
Can't lie, Wak' and Bricksquad had me wildin' like a monster
I was really hittin' licks, nigga no imposter...
Everybody startin' to like all my pictures now, like they rootin' for me
'Cause they see shit startin' to change (Hahaha)
But they really not, though (They ain't real, niggas hatin')
[Intro]
See, I don't gotta write that shit down
They know I speak that shit straight from the top, 'cause that shit really
That shit really facts
That shit really come from somewhere
You get what I'm sayin'? (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
[Verse 1]
How real can I be? Shit, how real can I get?
Fuck the dead opps and the ones still gettin' spinned
Been with my gang thick and thin, niggas still ain't switched
I been through everything I could go through and I still ain't a bitch (Oh, really?)
I don't know if niggas hate me or if thеy just hate my wrist
I pop a Perc', give hеr this dick, you ain't takin' my bitch (Mwah)
Nigga crossed that one line and I ain't spoke to him since
Always talk shit on Live, but don't talk about how he got blicked
A nigga that said he loved me cliqued up with them niggas who wan' kill me
I thought I was slimy, psh, damn, that nigga filthy (Filthy)
Nigga did me dirty, damn, he ain't keep it real with me
Even though my nigga Kev gone, he still here with me
"Keep your foot on all these niggas necks," I keep on hearin' him (I got you)
God, why you take away one of the only niggas that still cheer for me? (I was his favorite rapper)
Hop in the coupe and crash out, the Percocet gon' steer for me
All them peeps on vibes, you capped out, that's why you don't hear from me
I did shit for everybody, but they can't name one thing they did for me
If I lose it all right now, go back in Lil Will attic, who gon' visit me?
That's just real life shit, this ain't no Disney
Sometimes I feel like my bitch the only one that's with me
Know she'd probably die for me, I feel it when she kiss me
Know she's not just talkin', feel it when she say she miss me
Run with me, I run with you, can't let these bitches trip me
Anything you want, baby, that's what you get from me
Pussy so damn wet, we fuck, I almost came instantly
Fuck what he say, she say, please don't bring that hatin' shit to me
Could you let 'em say it? Shoulda hit him in his shit for me
Shoulda kept that shit to yourself, now you a bitch to me
Free B and DJ, they mama like my mama
Told me you a rider, but not nada like this choppa
I remember 2010, I was doin' hits to Flocka
Can't lie, Wak' and Bricksquad had me wildin' like a monster
I was really hittin' licks, nigga no imposter...
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