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August Alsina
August Alsina
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August Alsina
August Alsina
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Ralph Jeanty
Ralph Jeanty
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Sean McMillion
Sean McMillion
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Johnathan Nash
Johnathan Nash
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Carlos Cahee
Carlos Cahee
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Rollin' through the city with the top down Burner on my hip so they draw it down on me Haters talkin' shit, fuck what they talking 'bout On the road to being great, I heard it get real lonely Used to grind for a dinner, I'm a slave to it I can't let 'em take away what I done gave to it I done came from being broke, look what I made from it I ain't givin' up 'cause I know better days comin' Heard that people fake their way up to the top (that ain't me) Got a little but they say they got a lot (that ain't me) Every day they fish tailin' off the lot (that ain't me) Braggin' 'bout a bag they ain't even got (that ain't me) Where I'm from I know some niggas that'll kill for it See the life you claim to livin', know they'll steal for it All that flexin' 'bout a check, don't make me feel nothin' Fuck a set, I'm representin' for the real ones One time for the real nigga Two times for the dealers and the go-getters Two strikes but you out there on the block Gettin' money is the only job you got You know real recognize real and that's real You know real recognize real and that's real You know real recognize real and that's real You know real recognize real and that's real I ain't always had a mansion in the Hills, nigga You should never have to question I'm a real nigga I ain't never goin' back to life before, nigga Dead broke, I was sleepin' on the floor, nigga I used to grind for a meal, but now I'm fed, nigga I used to beg for a spot to lay my head, nigga I used to dream that my gift would help me out Pray to God, askin' what this all about Heard that people fake their way up to the top (that ain't me) Got a little but they say they got a lot (that ain't me) Every day they fish tailin' off the lot (that ain't me) Braggin' 'bout a bag that they ain't even got (that ain't me) Where I'm from I know some niggas that'll kill for it See the life you claim to livin', know they'll steal for it All that flexin' 'bout a check, don't make me feel nothin' Fuck a set, I'm representin' for the real ones One time for the real nigga Two times for the dealers and the go-getters Two strikes but you out there on the block Gettin' money is the only job you got You know real recognize real and that's real You know real recognize real and that's real You know real recognize real and that's real You know real recognize real and that's real
Writer(s): Ralph Jeanty, Sean Mcmillion, August Anthony Alsina, Carlos Ray Cahee, Jonathan Nash Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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