J Shiest - Just Being Real (feat. G-Sosa & Tezfrmda3)
(Hawk You Gone Crazy)
They say the devil wears Prada so i put on FEAR OF GOD shorts
I been getting to this guala, you can't get inside of my Porsche
I remember times brodie served them 'bows up off of my porch
I been turnt for a minute, a hoe can never say that I'm poor
They want this and that ain't going tick for tack, don't give it to em
Damn my dad was right so many times, I wish i listened to him
Never charge the brodies for a song, I'm just gone send it to 'em
I'm the realest nigga wit me, the shit he saying, think y'all should listen to him
All the, fine girls like girls too, man this shit really getting crazy to me
When i finally got some money my old niggas started acting shady to me
And i know these hoes be on go so i don't never trust a hoe that's gone lay with me
And a broke ass nigga is just something hoes could have never labeled me
When my patna got kicked out I let that nigga know he can stay with me
And i grew up round some monsters so i'll never let a nigga play with me
A nigga got anger management so you better watch what you say to me
And I'm starting to think I'm winning because my grandma went and prayed for me
(Prayed for me)
Seven.sixty-two shots up out the drac', nigga bet' not play with me
They dick-ride, the truth done came out, these niggas gay i see
I'm trying to cop da 'Vette just to show da ones who hate on me
Youngest from the south to do it, been killing niggas way 'fore slavery
I told J keep goin cause you gone make it, see that chance you better take it
I made a promise and i can't break it, know they hating
I done put a lot of frowns on niggas faces, something like braces
I'm just knowing my time coming i can taste it, leave it vacant
I told J don't worry bout the hate cause that's what make you strong
I told the bros whoever the first one to get rich, just put us on
I had them bags in school, the smell too loud, couldn't even put on cologne
They like Tez "why you don't do right?", Cause when i do they say its wrong
Can't pick up the phone, I been on my own
They think I'm gone, I call Italie he'll put one in yo dome and get you gone
I told Jerald just be patient and hold on, get rich and known
I hit up gang like "what's going, let's make a song", And now we on
Told 'em get dat bag, he went to da loot, hop out and shoot
You bet' not trust these hoes they'll play you like a flute, put him on mute
Suppressor on my Glock cant hear when dis bitch shoot, just know it do
I know some niggas who'll kill u for some shoes that's just the truth
If they ever say I "went out like a hoe" just know they lying
What the fuck I look like picking pennies up, I keep a dime
These hoes a waste of time, how you claiming slime when you ain't wipe no nose?
(These niggas ain't wipe no nose) Yo' bitch a slut, she be fucking on the bros
Have her bend over and stand up on her toes, some Kevin Gates shit
Hop up out the four door, draw down 'em like "crazy eight" bitch
This a drill bitch, don't make me hit my kill switch
Money making nigga but I can't go out like Mitch
I can't go for fuck shit, she like "why you can't commit?"
This young nigga lit, I can't cuff no bitch
And I ain't got no fucking opps all it take is one shot to knock a nigga in his top
Knock a nigga dreadlocks off (Fah! Fah! Fah!)
Written by:
Cortez Scruggs, Jerald Parks, Joshua Reynolds
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