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a2 anti - real things lyrics
[intro]
(sixfoor, shut up)
nah, man, ahlie?
never tell a lie
[verse 1]
real n_ggas do real things (real)
he soon dead ‘cah my n_ggas wan’ k!ll him (spill)
aim straight for his face, don’t tilt it (i will)
l!ck down two of them man and wheel spin (let’s go)
only the real gon’ feel this (true)
i rap drill, only right that i drill sh_t (of course)
only right that i beat up the pum pum (raw)
‘cah her ting got real grip (all of that)
my yute, i got the strongest connections (plug it)
for things that i will not mention (we thuggin’)
i just f_ck, i don’t show no affection (n lovin’)
it’s like money got my full attention (‘ttention)
i’m straight from the wild wild west (from bush)
where i’m from, it’s red redemption (them dead)
free antics, he in dеtention (free bro)
ting on my waist like i got an erеction
[interlude: antics]
you know already, we in tulse sides, hitters, you feel me? big dotty
i’m on the wing right now, fam with h_lla real n_ggas right now
all lookin’ at stupid numbers, fam and i just think, blud
all the reals are in jail and the grave, it’s just h_lla the fake n_ggas out
[verse 2]
this beef is bad for business, put it on pause anytime i wan’ hit them (clap them)
big anti, never been miskeen (never)
a been part of the hitmen (a way)
my little broski savvily sixteen (mad)
he wan’ aim at necks and hit heads (grrah)
the gang still bakin’ big bread (yeah)
from young, been linin’ up bisheads (trust)
somethin’ might get k!lled, akh if i look like i’m wearin’ a hijab (astagfirullah)
everbody talkin’ ’bout ridin’ (where?)
but where have them p_ssios been at? (not here)
two man standin’ on a ridgeback (two)
keep quiet while i’m doin’ my hisaab (shy)
somethin’ like this location (cl!ck it)
we cl!ck there and them n_ggas don’t cl!ck back (of course)
they labellin’ anti a bad yute (big anti)
‘cah his lungs got popped like bag juice (that’s messy)
free 2, free 2 (free my brudda)
fingers on his back like a papoose
i was hungry, i stated to bag food (trap food)
brizzy in the yard, that’s d_mn loot
also sticks in the yard, that’s bamboo (bamboo)
hit you in your coconut, that’s cantu (slap you)
dig that already (dig it)
i don’t need no credit (dig it)
i was sixteen sh_llin’
it was me who fed him (me)
this b_tch is bad, not keyshia cole, she was sent from h_ll not heaven (hmm)
this black blade teachin’ lessons (wind)
when i step on the ____, no ____ (let’s go)
have you ever seen gordan cheffin’?
yo, have you ever seen the colour the flesh is (yuck)
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