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 i'm poor

They want this and that ain't going tick for tack, don't 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 i'm just gone send it to 'em

Im the realest **** wit me, the shit he saying, think y'all 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 **** started acting shady to me

And i know these hoes be on go so i don't never trust a hoe thats gone lay wit me

And a broke ass **** is just something hoes could have never labeled me

When my patna got kicked out I let that **** know he can stay wit me

And i grew up round some monsters so i'll never let a **** play with me

A **** got anger management so you better watch what you say to me

And i'm starting to think i'm winning because my grandma went and prayed for me

(Prayed for me)

7.62 shots up out da drac'

**** bet' not play wit me

They dick-ride da truth done came out

These **** gay i see

Im trynna cop da 'Vette

Just to show da ones who hate on me

Youngest from the south to do it

Been killing **** way 'fore slavery

I told J keep goin cuz u gone make it

See dat chance u better take it

I made a promise and i cant break it, know they hating

I done put a lot of frowns on **** 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 gone

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 **** who ah kill u for some shoes dats jus da truth

(G Sosa)

If they ever say I "went out like a hoe" just know they lying

What the fuck I look like picking pennies up, I keep a dime

These hoes a waste of time, how you claiming slime when you ain't wipe no nose?

Yo' bitch a slut, she be fucking on the bros

Have her bend over and stand up on her toes, some Kevin Gates shit

Hop up out the four door, draw down 'em like "crazy eight" bitch

This a drill bitch, don't make me hit my kill switch

Money making **** but I cannot go out like mitch

I can't go for fuck shit, she like "why you can't commit?"

This young **** lit, I cant wife no bitch

I ain't got no fucking opps all it take is one shot to knock a **** in his top

Knock a **** dreadlocks off