For Real

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Flipping a pie we running the block for real (Yea)
 And if he wilding he can get shot for real (Yea)
 I pray my dog he gets his appeal
 We like the navy we up in the field
 He can get shot for real
 He can get popped like he was a pill
 She gona treat me like the man
 Roney the big dog with a plan
 She got her face down for the bands
 She said Her friend saying she a fan
 I got a bag of bitches relax
 They be the baddest bitches its facts
 He wanna learn send that boy to class
 Lil nigga better focus on his math
 Ride it that lil bitch she pilot
 Sinners wilding we give out work consignment
 If he dont pay back we find him
 Bad lil ting gon line him
 Burner that came with a silence so u wont hear a think when we sliding
 Do a hit like 007 treat a op like a damm lil peasant
 Didn't cry when i got my sentence rondawg I'm to independent
 Ima get my money start ghosting
 Pockets on strong hulk hogan
 That stick that stays in the denim
 Put your man on game he lofting
 Flipping a pie we running the block for real (Yea)
 And if he wilding he can get shot for real (Yea)
 I pray my dog he gets his appeal
 We like the navy we up in the field
 He can get shot for real
 He can get popped like he was a pill
 Pop him do that boy dirt so rotten
 Often run up these bands so often
 Man they put my mans in a coffin
 Now it's up and there's no long talking
 Got 12 lil shells in the cartridge he a goon whats a goon to a martian
 Run up a check step on a neck
 Wont settle for less just give me respect
 He wanna flex like he make a mess but he wont invest in 40's and tec's
 That lil bullet go right through your chest
 He begging for breath
 But there's nothing left
 Shorty she wild she begging for sex
 Op think I'm dumb but I'm playing chess
 Run up with drums like playing a set
 I made her guess she know I'm young but im gona fuck like a vet
 Mhmm
 Just know who u next to girl i want u be my next boo
 Im far from simple come see what i been through
 Flipping a pie we running the block for real (Yea)
 And if he wilding he can get shot for real (Yea)
 I pray my dog he gets his appeal
 We like the navy we up in the field
 He can get shot for real
 He can get popped like he was a pill

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Duration
02:33
Tempo
130 BPM

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