Trill Mowglii - Real Deal

Niggas talk a lot heard you boys get shot a lot
That's yo block then shout it out
If your brother beefing with my brother then its fuck you and your mother
Imma catch you when I see you motherfucker
This shit might get ugly
We ain't fighting niggas hate throwin' hands
Put some money on your head you only worth a couple bands
I got motion in the ocean niggas know just what I'm sayin'
Yes I'm smiling when I'm talking but a nigga never playin'
Yes you up on varsity, but I heard you never playin'
You a bench warmer, na I cant hoop but I know some shooters that uh press on ya
Baby girl I just want the best for you gotta let you go
Heard you jealous of my hoes you know how the game go
Baby that's a no no, I ain't takin' photos
Caught me with his old hoe after fucking with his new bitch
Right now its Maggiano's pretty soon it's gon' be Ruth Chris
The way she suck this dick you would think that bitch is toothless
Space in that new whip ; heard that bitch get roofless
She just took her top off I'm winning but you knew this
I feel like the flyest
Smoking top flight nigga I feel like the highest
Who gon' doubt me now if you cant spell it sound it out
I'm the king, I'm the champion in the ring, phone on silent it don't ring
He get caught up he gon' sing like Alicia Keys
My nigga praying for a key the only time he on his fuckin' knees
I'm the truest imma say it every time
Yes I'm from Sierra Leone that's the country of the Lions
Man I'm bleeding from these diamonds when I wake up I hear sirens
If you play with sigh I'm firin'
I ain't playin' come and try it
Homie caught a body so he staying on the DL
He saw an opp talking crazy walked down gave him three shells
He just crashed that time , I never been green but for my people I'll go every time
Don't ever play with one of mine take three of yours
We can't stand on equal floors
I don't go for equal scores I'm tryna win
Michael Phelps I got to swim , he pussy I wont lie to him
Never will I die to them ; man you can see it in his eyes
He ain't bout it cappin' for the gram
He can't even sell a gram I'm the goat amongst the lambs
Hear that choppa it go blam
I ain't never been a fan but I'm gon' spin
Hear my voices in the wind
God forgive me I'm gon sin tryna sip this juice n gin
Off that perky bro get activated
I ain't never heard congratulations but I don't live for validation
Jesus is my salivation; make me send you to him
Man I saved your life when my boys tried to get to you I told them chill
Open up my heart just might kill me Uncle Phil
Everyone be fake I'm the rarest type of real
Niggas really tre let em out before the drill
Nigga feelin' numb it ain't nothin' that I feel
Real deal

Written by:
Francis Eyabi

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