Testo Real as it Get - QB Blurry
Testo della canzone Real as it Get (QB Blurry), tratta dall'album 8:16
Yeah, but it's about realism
Ain't talkin' corona, I'm sick as a bitch
They say what they wanna, I do what I'm gonna
Lil' bitch, I'ma gonna, but it's what it is
Change up my persona, they gon' know I'm lit
Cologne, marijuana, I love all my shit
Joe Jan, Gabbana, I love all my kids
Just wait 'til the day when that nigga get rich
I-I gotta turn up and give me a check
I cannot keep on playin' like this
Like, whoever thought it'd be me on the track
I'll be the one, stand when I'm standin' like this
Boy, you told me to keep layin' the facts
You ain't even got a cap, and they're playing your shit
I told him that's a bet, I just need my respect
They gonna find out one day I'm the man in this beach
Yeah, respect, I'm demanding this shit
Gotta get right, I still don't like cameras and shit
If you know me, you know I ain't used to all this
Gotta get in my zone, just demanding this shit
I'm ballin', I'm working on handles again
I don't fumble the rock, I'm just passing this sis
I remember what's being out passive and shit
Now I finally got a little passion for this
Yeah, but it's about realism
Ain't talkin' corona, I'm sick as a bitch
They say what they wanna, I do what I'm gonna
Lil' bitch, I'ma gonna, but it's what it is
Change up my persona, they gon' know I'm lit
Cologne, marijuana, I love all my shit
Joe Jan, Gabbana, I love all my kids
Just wait 'til the day when that nigga get rich
Yeah, just wait 'til that nigga get rich
Pray, fasting for progression, you hating lil' bitch
I try to show love while they try to pick touch it
Enough is enough, let me know what it is
We gonna go on your throat with a chop
And I thought you said, "Yes, Thanksgiving"
I know wassup, so I ain't even rushing
I'm taking precautions and actually living the dreams
They're tasting, they actually are
Bitch, we're tryin' to actually hit it
I still walk with a holly all over my shit
And I don't give a fuck who the city gonna pick
Because I'm still gonna walk on my hole in my dick
And I know they don't like how they turn into this
Like they make me away, I turn clubs into bricks
Even down at the bottom, I feel like shit
Yeah, but it's about realism
Ain't talkin' corona, I'm sick as a bitch
They say what they wanna, I do what I'm gonna
Lil' bitch, I'ma gonna, but it's what it is
Change up my persona, they gon' know I'm lit
Cologne, marijuana, I love all my shit
Joe Jan, Gabbana, I love all my kids
Just wait 'til the day when that nigga gets rich, yeah
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Writer(s): Stephon Mitchell
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