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[intro: trae tha truth]
for real, for real
for real, for real

[bridge: trae tha truth]
countin’ money kinda hard
got me feelin’ like a star
n-gg-s wanna see me scarred
so i got somethin’ in the car
way too many n-gg-s fraud
hatin’ me like it’s a job
i’ll be d-mned if i get robbed
’cause i’ma send they -ss to god

[chorus: trae tha truth & lil durk]
for real, for real (for real)
for real, for real, for real (for real)
for real, for real, for real (for real)
for real, for real, for real (for real)
for real, for real, for real, for real

[verse 1: trae tha truth]
n-gg-s hate, i got it locked
in these streets they say i’m hot
bein’ real’ll get you got
probably somethin’ that you’re not
i just got another glock
tell the plug i need another block
and i don’t f-ck with n-gg-s
n-gg-s get you popped
that’s why i’m on the block with hundreds and a stock
who they tryna block? i tell them i ain’t fo’ it
play it like i’m curry, how could you ignore it?
hatin’ got you booked, if stephen king had wrote it
me? i’m doin’ me, it’s somethin’ that’s important
i rep for houston like whitney, n-gg-
boy in the hood, ain’t no ricky, n-gg-
tryna picture what audemar fit me, n-gg-
might just buy the whole spot ’cause i’m picky, n-gg-
me and [?] gon’ ride for life
he make a call, i’m jumpin’ out my body
somebody get hit, we like illuminati
we push it and kick it like we do karate
now who they gon’ try?
tell ’em to fly and i can get’em the crash
b-tch, if it’s pressure, better get your cash
f-ck n-gg-, cut it, i ain’t talkin’ gr-ss

[bridge: trae tha truth]
i’m from a place where sh-t gets hard
everybody out wanna be stars
one on my waist, and got one in the car
ain’t no fear, tryin’ not to get scarred
why so many n-gg-s turn out fraud?
f-ck n-gg-s on a full-time job
slip up, might turn out robbed
p-ssed off, now i’m talkin’ to god

[verse 2: trae tha truth]
realist n-gg- nothin’ less
i’m the streets and you a guest
all that hatin’ got you stressed
b-tch, hate on me and get ya pressed
i just got my sack up on everybody
might pull up trippin’ with everybody
clear the block, get my clip out on everybody
not a migo but takeoff on everybody
ain’t no time to try to talk and finesse
disrespect and i’ll be at yo’ address
if i go to work, i’ll bring it right to yo desk
ain’t no h and o, i take it right to you chest
let you make it, n-gg-, how?
you only trap what i allow
king wit’ it n-gg-, bow
f-ck next, i was now
f-ck with the truth and sh-t get out of hand
if we don’t lock up, i take it to your man
do what i want all day, i have a plan
i’m from the west, i get you where you stand
sick of n-gg-s playin’ foul
teach a n-gg- like a lecture
run a chopper ’til it catch ya
might just end up on a stretcher

- trae tha truth

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