T-Real 4 Real - Death Row

I can do this with my eyes close
I saw the hatred and the fakeness
Through the blindfold had me stuck in
My ways know I'm in Grind mode
Where the Real ones at cause I can't find those
And I've been crossed do many times it got my mind drove
Crazy I'm young but I still stick to the G code feel like
Everybody else been taking the cheat code
They beefing and they catching fades over cheap h*es
And they been running with the swag like its repo'
Put a couple shots in them like a free throw
Get him gone quick and if I ever fall that would be a long slip
Nigga get locked up on some coming home sh*t niggas be spreading
Rumors he ain't coming home B*tch what imma do with yours man I need my
Own sh*t got to get it out the struggle and double up the hustle and get to the cheddar cheese ian' talking ruffles so much weight all on my back all this MFN muscle
And they still wonder while I slide with the cutter I don't got no friends you ain't my MFN
Brother cause even the ones close will still slit your throat and cut you cause niggas be cut throat they say that they want smoke if you ain't getting no money then what did you come for I got it straight out the pot just like it was gumbo I'm bout to Kill all you Rappers just put me on Death Row!

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