T-Real 4 Real - On Ya Mark

Verse 1

Got to watch what you say cause the people be tripping keep your family close cause people come up missing my family don't see me I know that they miss me hopefully they know I'm focused on this mission take time with precision when u in the streets all in the field got to tie up your cleats you in the kitchen you cant take the heat if my stomach growling then how I'm gone sleep if I don't stand on my ten how I'm gone eat either get ate in this game or you eat came out the trenches it made me a beast after that sack everyday of the week boy he gone crumble I'm knowing he weak he cant stay woke I'm knowing he sleep she ask for money I'm knowing she Geeked but I cannot rock with the little bity freak but she rock with me cause she like my demeanor she know I be fresh like I came out the cleaners hot her then I tell her bye like Felicia she ain't a vibe i know she a teaser I know its cold but i keep me a heater blow up the temperature i broke the meter the ladies they love me like I'm Justin Beiber ooo I'm so hot you just might catch a fever

[Hook]

I can tell u not ready (ayee)
I can tell you not ready
I know these b*tches not ready
I know these niggas not ready
This money it drip like confetti
This money it drip like confetti
I got the sauce spaghetti
We got the sauce spaghetti

Verse 2

You say you ready but I know you not do what it takes to go get you some guap came from the bottom know I'm at the top I see them hating they just trying to plot all of this fetti I came with a lot thumbing through hundreds like what is a knot driving a wraith I pullup and hop out smoking on Afghanistan crop use to be broke 'til I got me a sack I see the prey and i got to attack F*ck with me wrong and then you gone get wacked it T-real 4 real yeah I keep it a stack they trying to knock cause they see how I hustle all of this weight I got it off the muscle say that you do but don't know 'bout you F*ck with T-real then you know you in trouble you see me with b*tches they coming in doubles aint no construction I slang with the cutter I don't want the nookie I just want the bread after that she made it spread like butter I done came up it go down on the north turn myself up and bounce back off a lose my name ain't Chris but they left me crossed I got the blueprint and I took off



[Hook]

I can tell u not ready (ayee)
I can tell you not ready
I know these b*tches not ready
I know these niggas not ready
This money it drip like confetti
This money it drip like confetti
I got the sauce spaghetti
We got the sauce spaghetti

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