Testo Real - Reke Havoc
Testo della canzone Real (Reke Havoc), tratta dall'album Real - Single
Unh, Unh
Yeah, gotta let this bitch breathe
On the corner pushin work, cuz I got mouths to feed
Over the stove stretchin work, got nothin to do wit greed
Over the stove whippin work, Turnin 2 to 3,
Straight drop, nigga kno I got that recipe
Fiends callin back to back, phone jumpin like a trampoline
Move coke like this Medellin, yu get smoked jus for meddling
Move the work like a bike, how I'm out here peddling
Came in the game and claimed the top spot, now I'm settled in
Who yu think yu better than, Huh?
I survived the war on drugs, that make me a veteran, yeah
Squares tryna get in yur circle, I wouldn't let em in
Was on the team, so imma jock, so I wear my heart on my letterman
If yu real from the start, then yu gotta be real in the end
Man this shit real dawg
If yu, real from the start, gotta be real in the end, never change up
Gun push to start, now yu gone in the wind, takeoff
Play it smart, cuz yur friends the ones to do yu in, face-off
Line em up, man I'm killin them dead, Adolf
At all times, gotta protect yur head, straight up
Cuz a short Nigga a bang on yu over
That bread, better get yur weight up
As a child, I seen a lot wild shit on the block, yea
We was juveniles at a young age,
Gettin pressed out by the cops, fuck 12
Grew up, and shit ain't never really change on the block
Now I'm makin plays with a whole key, but im shavin off the rock
Been in so many shootouts, Niggas bound to have PTSD,
Kno I'm fucked up mentally
But I'm not down for no therapy, Nah
That's y I stay to myself, gettin high, smokin weed, that's my therapy
That's the only thing keepin me from
Spazzin, so let me be, get the fuck out my way
All good vibes, listen to a lil Ledisi, yea
Fucked up off the double cup, no lean,
So I'm drinkin Hennessy, where the lean at?
Run into a enemy, turn his ass to a memory, chea
Actin all finicky,
all yur actions show jealousy, cuz yu envy me, bitchass nigga
But yu actually wanna be a mini me, Yea
Hated on so bad, prolly gotta remake many men
A Nigga wit more heart and step than
me, I don't kno any man, except for mine
And they been waitin for a star to crest, Ramadan
5th-N-O UlaaaGang, we used to be the taliban,
Shinin like a diamond, labels want me on that dotted line
But I'm not gonna sign,
This independent lane free and clear, man it's movin fine
Cuz I ain't gettin fucked out no deal,
I'm a real Nigga, Yu gonna get fucked by the steel
All black, chrome 9,
I'll do that time...(GunShots)
...Boaw Nigga
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Writer(s): Gabriel Schillinger, Brandon Corbie
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