Top Goon C Rock - The Real Me

Dont let ya feeling involved
been in positions
Where I had to rob
Never had no problems
Standing up tall
Nigga you with me
Or against me that's law
I'm from the 3 ain't no chris paul
Standing on blocks with
The work in my draws
Still cop my kicks from security mall
I can get u some lines
My nigga dont cross
Dirty pistol I just toss
I can assist you with green
Lebron did with bosh
I'm one with the plug
Like the aux in the car
I ride by myself like
I'm strapped to a bomb
They call me lucky
Because of the charm
This is a stick up
Dont be alarmed so
Step up to raise it
You think it's my son
My motive is gun
Go under none
Taking you beat just for fun
Said he want smoke
He got shot in the lung
You thought I was gone box
Man Yo ass should've run
The shit you just said
It required a gun
You lucky my migos
Dont kidnap your son
Run in your house
That's a fucking home run
My dick in her mouth
And she catching the cum
My face look like I mixing
The vodka with rum
Reload the pistol
I'm using my thumb
Old bay in noodles I came from the slums
Rolling my purp on my 20s & 1s
Sheets with the funtal filled
Up with the runts right on
The gas and the left or the clutch
When I was younger I was
Passing the Dutch
When I was younger I was selling dutch guts
40 or better I'll get you sum bud
I ain't give a fuck i was running it up
Dumbass county niggas
Was smoking it up
Mom henny bottle I'm pouring it up
Bad influence can't get enough
Mom at church I was stealing the truck
I only went to school to
Get off these drugs
I'm the only child so I created
My buzz
Your clout came from family
Get off they nuts
Got sum shooters in the cut
No proackside
Stacking up chickens just like
Popeyes
No flight attendant c rock too fly
Bullets first class like g5
Forman mills never had Levi
Sending ari hit the plug with a clothesline
Telling lies make sure you hear both sides
Say you love me better look in both eyes

Written by:
Corey Rockingham

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