For Real Lyrics

Aye I'm sick of dummies actin' like they know shit for real

You needa calm down G, take a blue pill

The M with the 30, man, that shit ain't even real Every time I buy a pint, I don't needa check the seal

If life was Call of Duty, I would have a thousand

kills

Ran up bands on my own, richer than my mom's for real

But you know that I ain't stoppin' till she livin' in the hills

Stack the money, only thing I wanna see is blue bills

I whip the SRT like that bitch came straight outta hell

And I don't fuck with 12, I promise I won't go to jail

I done learned from my past and I ain't goin back, I swear

You a bitch, I swear to God that you would shiver in a cell

Aye pourin up this pai i'm finna serve my bro a slice Tell him get the double cups and fill em to the brim with ice

I don't want no 20 ounce, get the two liter of Sprite Man, we pourin' up an 8 for most, it'd be an early night

Made a rack off one plate, you can't fly that fuckin' kite

Have you ever held a thousand dollars in your fuckin' life?

I move smart, I'm a boss, you a bitch in my sight

Told my bro to make the play, don't know if I'll be back tonight

Swear to God that my mind on another fuckin level If you think you fuckin' with me, think again and just try better

Steppin' on these broke boys in my lemon peppa steppas

They ain't Fuckin' up my past straight to the top, no

I won't let em

If you comin' as a threat, you gettin' hit with this m Beretta

Luka Doncic, when I step back for three, I swear I'm gon' wet him

I be smokin' real exotic, high feel like a different level

Head up in the clouds good feelin' like I just won a gold metal

When I re-up, I go out of state to get the best genetics

Dropped a 30 with the grower, now he been callin' me Stephen

I'ma always comin' first, could really care less about second

If you try to take that spot from me, might hit you with this weapon

Aye I'm sick of dummies actin' like they know shit for real

You needa calm down G, take a blue pill

The M with the 30, man, that shit ain't even real Every time I buy a pint, I don't needa check the seal

If life was Call of Duty, I would have a thousand

kills

Ran up bands on my own, richer than my mom's for real

But you know that I ain't stoppin' till she livin' in the hills

Stack the money, only thing I wanna see is blue bills

I'm still goin', I hope y'all ain't think that I was finished yet

Way before the rap, I had them diamonds dancin' round my neck

Came up on my own, don't need to show no big homie respect

I make sure I feed my ones that's been real since the day we met

Even if they can't afford to buy designer, with they check

They still kept it real with me since I was broke, ain't have to flex

Now I'm winnin', but compared to what I'll have, this nothin' yet

Put that on my cousin, Reppin Vayden's name until my death

Member when I couldn't even keep a job to make some bread

Really ain't have nothin', used to owe my mom and be in debt

Then I realized somethin' picked up this lil scale and used my head

Came up off the onion and I haven't looked back ever since