T-Real 4 Real - Washed Away

Verse 1

How you look me in my eyes and then u tell a lie
Said that u would always ride. I knew that was a lie
You would think I had wings cause im pelican fly
Take that money out the safe and throw it in the sky
If I gave you a position then just play your part
These niggas playing dumb while im just playing smart.
This just the state of art no this the art of hustle this all off of
The muscle we got it out the struggle I gotta make it double I gotta
Make it triple and cant fuck with no bustdown these bitches flippas
Im balling like a clipper but I aint from LA im at the window for the
Bread like its chick-fil-A I want this hoe buns but I put her on delay
This money coming everyday and each in every way I pulled up ina mozzy
Aint have no other option I just proceed with caution they don't want me to prosper

Verse 2

Mix the purple with potion im going thru the motion
They say im boutta blow because I cause an explosion
Im balling like DeRozan my neck and wrist is frozen they say they
The one and only but im the one and chosen, this hustle never stop
I got it off the block just drop it in the pot and watch it as it lock you kno
Im speaking facts becauseim spittin crack you let that bitch snatch your soul
You couldn't get it back ion kno how to act for that bread imma scratch put that lil bitch ona track she gone bring me fetti back yo lil bitch went betty boo you cant get yo betty back ' show lil mama hustle I guess she inherit that everyday we count the cake we steady thumbing thru them racks everyday I gotta keep the tool cause I could never lack when that gun go rat atat you wont hear a chitter chat they say I was falling off I had to pick up my slack -

Verse 3
Yeah cause this a dawg eat dawgs world nigga what u gon do? when u gotta make some shake and your lifes at steak? seeumsayin.

Its fucked up when you stressed out and you cant pay bills it feels good beng alive but life kills I kno some people that do whatever just for a meal I kno some people that sell they sole just for a deal I grew up ina jungle so everybody trained to kill my best homie turned on me like a Farris wheel they watch your ways and copycat just likea parrot willnigga fuck your 2 cents ion need no adlibs nigga bust yo head like a mfn advil packs coming from Nashville you can tell that the cash real money flow like a treadmill know some niggas that's dead still im in these streets and its so cold that you might catch a chill peal yo fucking skin back and call that shit potato peal send yo head to yo front door so they know its real.

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