Jay Browne - Tampa Twan

If you a real one, say something real to ya nigga
If you a bad bitch, do something real for ya nigga
If you a real one, say something real to ya nigga
If you a bad bitch, do something real for ya nigga
If you a real one...
If you a bad bitch...

Tampa Twan never gon' answer to nobody
Fuck a role model, the motto: trust nobody
Ladies love his attitude, the more hood, the better
Twan been having more pink than a flamingo feather
Twan got Bae, everybody know she a keeper
Always on him 'bout his brain but he keep the medical reefer
Tampa Twan running the streets, he let the gun blast
Justin and Josh fuck with him cause he run fast
Twan been planning to have Bae his whole life
Brother in the pen still but he don't write
Fear not respect cause if he die, no one gon' miss him
Buzz a head ringer like a phone but he don't listen
Apply pressure, Cigar City fly dresser
Fuck a eulogy where they can only reference my effort
Cause it's no try man, yeah it's only do
Oh you the alpha? That's a bet, cause it's only you
Been backstabbed, don't be looking at him sideways
They gon' know he ball, bumping Freddie Gibbs "Crime Pays"
Twan never wanna see the chance to evolve
Tell him that he wrong, he tell you "suck it through the drawers"
"We are-" "Nah, can't call me brother, tell ya story folk"
I match energy, if you ain't there, you getting smoke
He know it's killing her inside to see him holding himself back
Never gon' acknowledge the demons
And it's killing her slowly
Time is ticking, no Rollie
He been spending too much time on the corner with homies
All my women who dreaming while they plotting and scheming
Pray somebody's boy you ride and give you something to believe in
So when somebody shoot they shot, you got ya guard up, ya defense
Green strips with the blue face, bottoms is bleeding
Bae a beautiful women but shit, that's not how she see it
Twan been lying, then that night, he come to positive semen
And the clown niggas got it on lock, you should dread those
Painted ya face and he left you with a red nose
True love is paying taxes, it's toxic
If you ain't getting flewed out, then you not sick
Now Bae a treat like she not the main stay
And Twan don't know him and Bae got baby on the way
Pride is as proud, more is proved than what his past 'bout
'Til Bay get a call, Twan braids' got blast out

Damn
If you a real one, say something real to ya niggas
If you a bad bitch, do something good for ya nigga
You a...
Ay, check

Everything we represent in the future show that we gifted
But cursed to constantly curve and like cursive, acting so scripted
Die on these hills man, the work'll be something different
Farther I try to take it, the more that I feel the distance

Ay Tampa Twan
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Tampa Twan
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Say, check, look, ay

If you a real one, say something real to ya niggas
You a bad bitch, do something good for ya niggas
You a
Yeah, uh-huh
Better?

"You have reached the voicemail box of:"
This is Struggling Rappers Incorporated, Thank you for calling Jay
When in doubt, reach for the clout. Leave a message.

Ugly ass voicemail
Aye that's
Aye, Jay, it's Mike
Bro
Bro, bro
I know you heard that Bae single now, bro
Damn, uh, her nigga did just die, I mean...
But li- aye, aye, fuck all that man, like why you bringing up the negative, nigga?
Let's talk about the positive
Look, check me out
I just got word, I just saw shorty's snap, you know what I'm saying
She down by the Riverwalk right now
Like bro, you need to go slide before somebody else do
And then you gotta wait for them to die again, nigga
Come on, let's go

Written by:
Jesse Browne

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