Tha Real (Special Version) ft. VaLtini Lyrics

Coming ready for war, I'm Kratos, them man pray that Jase take a day off

But I'm coming for murder, I'm asking man how many lives they got

I'm raging, cause I'm grieving, so I might just switch for no reason

I just lost my brother in arms, so I aim at anyone, it's open season

I feel like Ace, when he lost Mitch,

You can't tell me nothing, that was my family,

Now I gotta do right by bro's name and be the best version I can be,

Since he passed I've been quiet, angry, nice guy coming for anyone's candy

The way that I'm trying to apply pressure, I make them all scream like Banshee

I just know bro's with me in spirit, I gotta switch up now, can't be timid

And I only want real around me, cut a guy off if bro ain't with it

Drillzinho, I do this for fun, but I never been the type to rely on gimmicks

Let them have all the time in the world, but when I land, all them man are finished

Yo, let me vent, this gonna cost you like not paying your rent

Yo, let me vent, give you 40 days worth, you'd think it's for lent

Yo, let me vent, been in the drafts for time, only right I sent

Yo, let me vent, finally time for man to come off the bench

Yo, let me speak on my feelings, bro's death gave birth to a demon

Don't care if I finish healing, if you chat bro's name, that's treason

If you ain't fam, I'm looking at you sideways, thinking to myself, do I even need him?

Smile on my face for appearances, but on the inside, my heart is bleeding

I was calling everyone bro, nice guy stuff, and then I lost bro

Now Im on some different stuff, foot on their neck, crep on their throat

Press my foot on the neck and squeeze, I ain't trying to lose anymore of my G's

wearing my heart on my sleeve, trade in any of you if it can bring back V like

Inconvenient, cause I had to spaz out, any gig im on, it be a mazza,

I ain't hearing them, nah, they're macca, tell them man back down

Put, put, put your name on the list, way, way back, I was wilding in the streets

Smart move now, just gotta get the cheese, the plot is real

Val (a lil bit) rally like Nadal (a lil bit), she tryna be pals (a lil bit)

I don't trust that, I never did, Si-Si-Sididi, Bow

about hungry, recording stuff, I was eating pounded yam in the yard

I don't need to go far, to reach heights, nah