Josh D. - Too Real for Rap

Yeah, ooh
This a real life story

This my real life
The story of a youngin taking chances rolling dice
Drinking out the bottle, rolling up, we pouring pints
And it's fuck the fake, we don't ever fuck with mice
And all these Florida rappers saying blood up in they eyes
Fuck the fake shit, I got Henny in my eyes
I had plenty on the ride
Made a left but it went right
Can't remember last night
Told her this the last time
I just broke her heart got her crying on the phone
Should have told her that I love her but I know I had to go
It ain't nothing personal, my heart is so cold
I seen a lot of shit and it brought me so low
I know a lot of people talking down on my name
Wonder what they'll say when I'm getting the fame
You say you was with me, but where was you when I was in the rain
Smoking all this gas put me in coma
Told the shorty stop blowing my phone up
Ride around town in a Rover
Keep my Slatt with me, that's my soldier
Park in valet, we filling up the parking lot
I hear them dissing, but you know that I don't talk a lot
Young rockstar, I ain't have to shoot my shot
In the back of the Bentley hitting all them thots
And I know that they waiting for me to slip
But you know they can't catch me, full clip
In the fucking AR
Turn the trap house to a fucking graveyard
Shorty bad and she suck it how I like it
And she see the watch, all the fucking diamonds
Started from the bottom, I want private island
Helicopter, red velvet mat when I land
I know that you say you love me
I wish I could relate I'm sorry
The devil take a lot of shit from me
But I'm iced out, no Tiffany
Don't stop at red lights, I get anxiety
With my right hand gripping steel so tightly
Bitch, it's Josh D, ain't nobody else like me
Bitch, it's Josh D, ain't nobody else like me

Yo, that shit hard as fuck
Yo, that shit gotta be the outro or intro or some shit
Yeah, it's Josh D
Bitch

Written by:
Joshua Jones

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