Just Being Real (feat. G-Sosa & Tezfrmda3)

(Hawk You Gone Crazy) They say the devil wears prada so i put on fear of god shorts I been getting to this guala you cant get inside of my Porsche I remember times brodie served them bows up off of my porch I been turnt for a minute, a hoe can never say that im poor They want this and that Aint going tick for tack, dont give it to em Damn my dad was right so many times I wish i listened to him Never charge the brodies for a song Im just gon send it to 'em Im the realest nigga wit me The shit he saying, think yall should listen to him All the fine girls like girls too Man this shit really getting crazy to me When i finally got some money My old niggas started acting shady to me And i know these hoes be on go So i dont never trust a hoe thats gon lay wit me And a broke ass nigga is just something hoes Could have never labeled me When my patna got kicked out I let that nigga know he can stay wit me And i grew up round some monsters So ill never let a nigga play with me A nigga got anger management So you better watch what you say to me And im starting to think im winning Because my grandma went and prayed for me Prayed for me 7.62 shots up out da drac Niggaa bet' not play wit me They dickride da truth done came out These niggas gay i see Im trynna cop da 'vette Just to show da ones who hate on me Youngest from the south to do it Killing niggas way 'fore slavery I told j keep goin cuz u go make it See dat chance u better take it I made a promise and i cant break it Know they hating I done put alot of frowns on niggas faces Sum like braces Im just knowing my time coming i can taste it Leave it vacant I told j don't worry bout da hate Cause thats what make you strong I told the bros whoever da first one to get rich Just put us on I had dem bags in school da smell too loud Couldn't even put on cologne They like Tez why youn' do right? Cause when i do they say its wrong Cant pick up da phone I been on my own They think im gon I call italie he a' put one in yo dome And get you gone I told Jerald jus be patient and hold on Get rich and known I hit up gang like whats going Lets make a song And now we on Told em get dat bag He went to da loot Hop out and shoot U bet not trust these hoes they a' Play u like a flute Put him on mute Suppresor on my glock Cant hear when dis bih shoot Just know it do I kno sum niggas who ah kill u for some shoes dats jus da truth