Who’s Real? Tion Wayne
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[Intro]
(You play too much, ahahaha)
Yo, yeah
T-Wayne from the 9, yo
[Verse 1]
I met a guy in jail, so low, he strang up
Now, my money feel longer than bang up (Yeah)
Old school, them times, them neeks got slap-up (Boom)
Now, I just spend Ps for the ammo
Rich presidential, Barack Obama (Money)
We was in the ding-dong playin' Shola Ama (Bang)
It hurts that I got my Gs in the slammer (Uh-huh)
But I'll send their mum Ps, no wahala (Hala)
But I swear, this weren't the life that I want bro (Nope)
I don't wanna see my kids on the block, no (Uh)
True, I left the wing back like Alonso (Yeah)
No more feds at my front door (Nope)
Nowadays if it ain't bust, you ain't impressin' 'em (Uh)
Remember days shank on a bus, tryna get anyting (Anyting)
Old Gs hit up my block 'cah I ain't friends with 'em (Pussy)
Still, you can come see me in Edmonton (Bang)
'Cah I put the 9 on the map
Seven figures sold, strugglin' for time for a slag (Uh-huh)
Turnz had a gun, so he got time in the slam' (Yeah)
Man ah hit me strong, so I put my mind into rap (Into rap)
Lift a hundred bags in my flip, yo (Yeah)
Niggas tryna make it out off of crypto (Haha)
Was rockin' AJ, way before Klitschko
American girl (Yo) said she love my lingo
(You play too much, ahahaha)
Yo, yeah
T-Wayne from the 9, yo
[Verse 1]
I met a guy in jail, so low, he strang up
Now, my money feel longer than bang up (Yeah)
Old school, them times, them neeks got slap-up (Boom)
Now, I just spend Ps for the ammo
Rich presidential, Barack Obama (Money)
We was in the ding-dong playin' Shola Ama (Bang)
It hurts that I got my Gs in the slammer (Uh-huh)
But I'll send their mum Ps, no wahala (Hala)
But I swear, this weren't the life that I want bro (Nope)
I don't wanna see my kids on the block, no (Uh)
True, I left the wing back like Alonso (Yeah)
No more feds at my front door (Nope)
Nowadays if it ain't bust, you ain't impressin' 'em (Uh)
Remember days shank on a bus, tryna get anyting (Anyting)
Old Gs hit up my block 'cah I ain't friends with 'em (Pussy)
Still, you can come see me in Edmonton (Bang)
'Cah I put the 9 on the map
Seven figures sold, strugglin' for time for a slag (Uh-huh)
Turnz had a gun, so he got time in the slam' (Yeah)
Man ah hit me strong, so I put my mind into rap (Into rap)
Lift a hundred bags in my flip, yo (Yeah)
Niggas tryna make it out off of crypto (Haha)
Was rockin' AJ, way before Klitschko
American girl (Yo) said she love my lingo
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