FrFr Trae tha Truth (Ft. Lil Durk)

[Intro: Trae tha Truth]
For real, for real
For real, for real

[Bridge: Trae tha Truth]
Countin' money kinda hard
Got me feelin' like a star
Niggas wanna see me scarred
So I got somethin' in the car
Way too many niggas fraud
Hatin' me like it's a job
I'll be damned if I get robbed
'Cause I'ma send they ass to God

[Chorus: Trae tha Truth & Lil Durk]
For real, for real (For real)
For real, for real, for real (For real)
For real, for real, for real (For real)
For real, for real, for real (For real)
For real, for real, for real, for real

[Verse 1: Trae tha Truth]
Niggas hate, I got it locked
In these streets they say I'm hot
Bein' real'll get you got
Probably 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 and a stock
Who they tryna block? I tell them I ain't fo' it
Play it like I'm Curry, how could you ignore it?
Hatin' got you booked, if Stephen King had wrote it
Me? I'm doin' me, it's somethin' that's important
I rep for Houston like Whitney, nigga
Boy in the hood, ain't no Ricky, nigga
Tryna picture what Audemar fit me, nigga
Might just buy the whole spot 'cause I'm picky, nigga
Me and [?] gon' ride for life
He make a call, I'm jumpin' out my body
Somebody get hit, we like Illuminati
We push it and kick it like we do karate
Now who they gon' try?
Tell 'em to fly and I can get'em the crash
Bitch, if it's pressure, better get your cash
Fuck nigga, cut it, I ain't talkin' grass