real

Seen the fake in you from the jump
Can't love 'em right until they gone (Okay)
Carried that weight on my shoulder ten tons
I get anxious when this shit get too cold (Yeah, yeah)
Bury me in my own, separately, yeah
We going up, and she love it

Kel-Tec shots at ya dumbass (Faw faw!)
Come test time put ya foot in (Faw faw!)
Say you getting money that's a lie (Lie)
Tapped in nigga we tied (Tied)
Ride wit the Crips we mob tied
Hunnid thousand shooters they all cold
Rino can blow out ya spot, boy
Rino can blow out ya damn jaw
Fuck this bitch no love, love
We want war, put ya guns up
And I'm finna make these beats and go up
In a Hellcat doing dunkins'
Lil bitch nigga, that's a wack song
Put them lil' holes in ya damn son
R-R-Red beam brighter then the damn sun
And my bitch a lil' dancer