Real Or Fake
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โฑ๏ธ 1:47 duration
๐ ID: 23327116
๐ Lyrics
I feel so funny these days
I'd rather sleep than stay awake (Jelly on that)
Refuse to talk to me
Now I know what's real and what is fake
Cap, like, it's time that I bring up the crime rate
Social, I was lettin' it clap
Citizens app goin' off on vibrate
Like, Re-Relly got shot in his back
Mooz got head tapped, shit felt like a migraine
Free bro, we maneuver on scooters and drill
Get low, shit be havin' me dehydrated
I'ma do the Oye Bop, tap, shot, tap on your tummy
Oye, hit, tap on your tummy like you really hungry
Casey, RG, loafers
How you in the stu' with no gun? Niggas dummies
Bitch, I rap 'bout scenes y'all ain't do
Talk on the hop, jump, bungee
Let's make a side bet on who most likely to die next
The next time they come through spinnin' my projects
Like, Jay Hound, LC5 next
Word to bro, we could make this a contest
Three point shot right after the sidestep
Three opps die and bro still alive, bet
Oye, shot
We never put hands on the ladies
Can someone please tell me what happened to Casey?
How you punch on a female? I'ma get into details
Like, how you rap on these beats? Are you crazy?
RG, Brooklyn
I even hit up his BM to see if she need bread for the baby
Trigger, I said she don't got a repayment
Still mad that I fucked EK, the first lady
Please do not sell me no G on the market
That got like two or three scenes with it
I don't care if that shit got a beam with it
Dirty, ain't no way that I'm cleanin' it
If I tell you to pass me the G and I feel like
You don't fuck with me, then I'm keepin' it
You can get slimed and ain't get slimed out
You post in the broom and you think that you sweepin' it, like
I'ma tell you the real, I rather not tell you a lie
RG, we had your heartbeat
Stuck in the stu' thinkin' you was gon' die
R.I.P. Gunz, we ain't die for no gun smoke
Whoever dissin', y'all losin' y'all minds
And I'm smokin' on Murk, pops still in
The dirt, it's no L's on my side, don't
Cap, like, it's time that I bring up the crime rate
Social, I was lettin' it clap
Citizens app goin' off on vibrate
Like, Re-Relly got shot in his back
Mooz got head tapped, shit felt like a migraine
Free bro, we maneuver on scooters and drill
Get low, shit be havin' me dehydrated
I'd rather sleep than stay awake (Jelly on that)
Refuse to talk to me
Now I know what's real and what is fake
Cap, like, it's time that I bring up the crime rate
Social, I was lettin' it clap
Citizens app goin' off on vibrate
Like, Re-Relly got shot in his back
Mooz got head tapped, shit felt like a migraine
Free bro, we maneuver on scooters and drill
Get low, shit be havin' me dehydrated
I'ma do the Oye Bop, tap, shot, tap on your tummy
Oye, hit, tap on your tummy like you really hungry
Casey, RG, loafers
How you in the stu' with no gun? Niggas dummies
Bitch, I rap 'bout scenes y'all ain't do
Talk on the hop, jump, bungee
Let's make a side bet on who most likely to die next
The next time they come through spinnin' my projects
Like, Jay Hound, LC5 next
Word to bro, we could make this a contest
Three point shot right after the sidestep
Three opps die and bro still alive, bet
Oye, shot
We never put hands on the ladies
Can someone please tell me what happened to Casey?
How you punch on a female? I'ma get into details
Like, how you rap on these beats? Are you crazy?
RG, Brooklyn
I even hit up his BM to see if she need bread for the baby
Trigger, I said she don't got a repayment
Still mad that I fucked EK, the first lady
Please do not sell me no G on the market
That got like two or three scenes with it
I don't care if that shit got a beam with it
Dirty, ain't no way that I'm cleanin' it
If I tell you to pass me the G and I feel like
You don't fuck with me, then I'm keepin' it
You can get slimed and ain't get slimed out
You post in the broom and you think that you sweepin' it, like
I'ma tell you the real, I rather not tell you a lie
RG, we had your heartbeat
Stuck in the stu' thinkin' you was gon' die
R.I.P. Gunz, we ain't die for no gun smoke
Whoever dissin', y'all losin' y'all minds
And I'm smokin' on Murk, pops still in
The dirt, it's no L's on my side, don't
Cap, like, it's time that I bring up the crime rate
Social, I was lettin' it clap
Citizens app goin' off on vibrate
Like, Re-Relly got shot in his back
Mooz got head tapped, shit felt like a migraine
Free bro, we maneuver on scooters and drill
Get low, shit be havin' me dehydrated