For Real For Real
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah (ahh ahh)
For real for real, for real for real (for real)
(Ahh) Ain't nothing gonna stop us (for real for real, for real for real)
(Ahh) You know we got them 30 poppers (for real for real, for real for real)
(Ahh) You know I would never leave my brothers (for real)
Only God is above us (for real for real for real)
(For real for real, for real for real)
I done been in that field, seen niggas get murked for real for real
So I keep that strap sitting right on my lap, nigga kill or be killed
And I can't get wacked, 'cause I gotta make back what I lost in the trap
Bitch I'm all about a sack, hoes know I got racks 'cause I'm always in Saks
Lil herb really be on the block, for real for real
Lil herb he a opp Lil Molly tote Glocks, I get a nigga a shot
Pull up in that drop, shit straight from the dock, it ain't come from the lot
Ridin' around my city with a cup and a blunt
50 shots I ain't worried about nothing
(Ahh) Ain't nothing gonna stop us (for real for real, for real for real)
(Ahh) You know we got them 30 poppers (for real for real, for real for real)
(Ahh) You know I would never leave my brothers (for real)
Only God is above us (for real for real for real)
(For real for real, for real for real)
For real for real, before I die I gotta see a hunnid mill'
But I came from the chi got some shorties with me that would kill a nigga for a couple hunnid still
Gettin' money Herbo how them hunnids feel?
Go out of the way I make them hunnids peal
Steady whippin' tracks that's another kill
Make a nigga wish he had another deal
Yeah and I said if I want it I'mma cop it
Run up on me lil ass homie I'mma pop it
Going off and can't nobody stop it
My tape was the hottest, before I even dropped it
I done lost too many my niggas, I miss my niggas for real for real
I done lost too many this year, shit real, so we finna go kill for real
(Ahh) Ain't nothing gonna stop us (for real for real, for real for real)
(Ahh) You know we got them 30 poppers (for real for real, for real for real)
(Ahh) You know I would never leave my brothers (for real)
Only God is above us (for real for real for real)
(For real for real, for real for real)
For real for real, I feel mentally ill
'Cause I see a opp, I'mma let of this thirty shot Glock at his top 'til it's empty as hell
Been in the field since a lil nigga over the years man I don't show no sympathy still
I gotta be rich or be dead
Get snatched by the feds, man I won't answer shit that he said
Drinkin' the Sprite to the head, burnin' mouth Remy, I'd rather drink Codiene instead
I'm leanin' and dozin' asleep off this Superman, mixin' a fo' of the purp with the red
Bitches they all in my face and they thirsty, they drinkin' they watchin' me while they shakin' they ass
I'm coolin' just countin' my cash
Lil Molly he totin' the MAC, better hope he don't blast
(Ahh) Ain't nothing gonna stop us (for real for real, for real for real)
(Ahh) You know we got them 30 poppers (for real for real, for real for real)
(Ahh) You know I would never leave my brothers (for real)
Only God is above us (for real for real for real)