Josh Jacobs - Real Monster

Real Monster

Middle finger to ya life fam,
Say good night fam,
Killin everything is sight,
When I’m on the mic man,
Do it like ha first time,
Put you in a tight jam,
Bout to set of the alarm,
Clock on ya night stand,
It was all good bruh,
I was being nice man,
Why you had to move funny,
Dog, shit is trife man,
Brought you in my circle for a reason
Was ok,
Till you turned into a snake,
And that there I don’t play,
I was tryna mend fences,
You proceed to throw shade,
Never meat to cause trouble, dog
Word to cold play,
Now trouble is my middle name, like the board game,
Turned warrior like clay
Hit you from a long range, ball play like,
You like money,
I like money too,
But I won’t jock a homie for the money that he grew,
And I wont hate my blood cause I’m jealous of a dude,
Dog this is ain’t a competition,
I’m just me, I thought you knew

(Hook) You a, real sucka,
Fake motha fucka,
Smile in my face, but you hate unda cova,
Tight life, tight life,
Tight life, tight life

You a,
Real follower,
Neva was a leader,
Really stay buggin,
And real bottom feeder,
Tight life, tight life,
Tight life, tight life

Seeing clear,
No more playin fair,
I’m gettin foul now,
Straight hackin,
Send you to the floor until I foul out,
I’m a man of god,
But sometimes I got a foul mouth,
We was neva Migos,
But that stir fry took me down south,
Meaning that it’s going down,
I’m setting my boundaries,
You ain’t being genuine,
Then get the fuck from round me,
I rather you show me who are right from jump street,
Fronting like you solid , but ya word and action don’t meet,
Woo,
Ima hustle,
Woo,
I can multi task,
Woo,
I do everything,
Woo
I’m so multi fas,
I ain’t rich yet,
But I still can get my dick wet,
By the baddest of em,
Guess that’s something you ain’t get yet,
Since you follow mine,
Creepin thru the comments,
But you think you low,
That shit is nonsense,
I can help if I’m something to see,
I’m a site sore eyes, and you wish you were me , ya heard

You a, real sucka,
Fake motha fucka,
Smile in my face, but you hate unda cova,
Tight life, tight life,
Tight life, tight life

You a,
Real follower,
Neva was a leader,
Really stay buggin,
And real bottom feeder,
Tight life, tight life,
Tight life, tight life

(Repeat hook)

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