Real N***a Flow

Hotbox the whip in the winter just cool just ride with a real ****

I gotta upgrade the gun cause these **** keep getting these new switches

**** be thinkin' shit sweet cause I'm sangin' but **** you better check that whole lyric

Would give lil bruh every, thing that I got, he feelin' some type of way so he been distant

I'm in the BNB in the hills, rollin' up two grams of different strains

75 for the half quarter nah I don't even know the name

How you gon' fly that bitch outta town, you ain't got no money up in the bank

I got some **** that's really gon' slide, turn this whole function into a big painting

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, I got a hard time seein' who out here really real

If a **** couldn't give you ten he ain't no real ****

Lil baby come back home I got a bigger picture

Feel like I made this song for all my real ****

If that **** ain't down to ride then he ain't really with ya

I want all my brothers to win, want all my brothers to reach all they goals

Got my lil brother with me at the show, remember the times used to smoke on the lows

Now we get money and blow on the bowls

I ain't into proving no points at all

Ball on a **** like I'm John Wall

Shooters get tired who you gon' call

Fuck on your bitch but I ain't fuck her raw

Feel like I lose someone everyday

Prayin' to the angel while rockin' the palm

Loosing my feeling a **** insane

I know some killers that ain't got no brain

All of this hurting shit coming from pain

762 this shit coming with aim

If you gone shoot then just shoot from your range

**** be talking like they in the game

I'm a real **** give a fuck bout the fame

You mad I'm doing shit that you can't

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah