Too Real 2 Be Friendly Lyrics

No words for the killers and crack dealers in the city

When too real to be too friendly

Just know it gets better and if you miss me

Then you prolly had a chance to get it wit me

Never had it too easy

But the way we made it look wouldn't believe me

Let He without sin cast the first stone

Saying this hoping nothing gets thrown

Know Niggas be lying

What more can I say

Time is more important than the pay

The grind is more important than the weight

If you can wait

Made it out the mud

Indian clay the deeper we dug

Used to put it the bag

Selling dirt not plug but getting power

Before I knew of Valdez

Ghost hit the blunt puff loud pass

All night would sound last

Babies rolled up no bottles

Lil black boy no fucks role models

We ain't need em

CoachLife still dripping from veins when bleeding

On the Ops gone prolly spin if start competing

Make em feel like this is Baghdad

Dropping bombs on whatever bag had

Playing games with me your It as tag I head

Tried to run off with the bag fled

Thought you'd catch me sitting stoned

Now Wilma seen the bad Fred

I'm not pro people

Just nice enough to see you as my equal

Stop sugar coatin

Making things sweeter than I need to

I'd be too blunt one Dream cake one Runtz

Go Saitama One Punch

Breaking barriers

If given the signal like phone carrier

I bite down on that bitch like a pit bull terrier

Got Lock jaw

Life's a bitch know we fucking cause not Yal

Too real to pretend to be me

Not one of your average

Throw into jungle get slain savage

Head peeled back same thing as cabbage

Like an outro

Take ya bitch a couple minutes then I'm out ho

Another record left spinning