I'm Real - Troublemaker: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

I'm Real

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Hip-Hop/Rap

I'm Real was released on July 2, 2015 by LivLive Entertainment as a part of the album Beautiful Mob

Song Details

AlbumBeautiful Mob

Release DateJuly 2, 2015

LabelLivLive Entertainment

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM86

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Troublemaker

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Troublemaker

Songwriter

Lyrics

Said I'm back from the dead

No, literally I'm back from the dead

Seem the devil had a price on my head

In that hospital bed, I lost all control

For them 90 days, tug of war with my soul

But I'm back on my feet like I never left the streets

Back in the lab like I never missed a beat

I been in the trap just gettin' my weight up

Cookin' up dope so **** could hate, bruh

What they gon' do when the gangsters slide through

Lookin' so damn wet like I jumped out of a pool

In some Robin jeans or maybe in some Trues

In the 'cause that's how I move

I'm a gangster from the block, P world finest

You don't have to rewind it, I'ma just remind you

I'm a gangster from the block, P world finest

You don't have to rewind it, 110 behind this

I'm real as it motherfuckin' gets

First things first, tolerate no disrespect

Live by the code, go hard, no regrets

Any **** talkin' reckless like a tie at his neck

I'm real as it motherfuckin' gets

First things first, tolerate no disrespect

Live by the code, go hard, no regrets

Any **** talkin' reckless like a tie at his neck

We all in this bitch and finna kick the door down

And every **** squirtin' in case some shit go down

And you don't want no problem 'cause really we bringin' llamas

We really is them ****, them others just imposters

Fakin' the funk, I don't really get involved with them chumps

'Cause I'll break a **** jaw if he jump

He just a fleabag runt, where I'm from, all dogs don't go to chem

That's why I'm clutchin' on this MAC-11, keep the engine revvin'

Fast, do this shit so quick, so fast

Jeff Gordon, I'm the whip won't crash

Movin' in and out of lanes, two thousand grams in the truck

On some stupid, ignant shit, but we ain't givin' a fuck

Now or never, got all my **** comin' together

For the cheddar, what the hell else could be better?

Politickin' over moves like what it don't do

Set up shop out of state with a bitch to say, "Ooh"

I'm real as it motherfuckin' gets

First things first, tolerate no disrespect

Live by the code, go hard, no regrets

Any **** talkin' reckless like a tie at his neck

I'm real as it motherfuckin' gets

First things first, tolerate no disrespect

Live by the code, go hard, no regrets

Any **** talkin' reckless like a tie at his neck

Got them cookies, cash, yeah, whatever you need, jack

Slow motion, baby, you just bring me the feedback

I lead the pack, distribute the rock, then beat the trap

Then bang three from the corner as soon as I get it back

Re-up, ready to kick my feet up

I'm in a passport mob, I land after it's tucked

Shoppin' sprees overseas, but I can't fit shit

But I'll knock a **** bitch 'cause he was poppin' his lip

You a fag, so what, bruh? Is you mad?

Get your toe tag ziplocked up and body bagged

I don't indulge in none of these fads, I'm throwback rad

Used to communicate over beepers, now it's notes and iPads

This easy like knockin' a fat bitch with a sandwich

Negro Lee like Carlson, Kaizen, main manage

Troublemaker, I'm a god, all praise be to Allah

And Muhammad be his messenger, listen, you retard

I'm real as it motherfuckin' gets

First things first, tolerate no disrespect

Live by the code, go hard, no regrets

Any **** talkin' reckless like a tie at his neck

I'm real as it motherfuckin' gets

First things first, tolerate no disrespect

Live by the code, go hard, no regrets

Any **** talkin' reckless like a tie at his neck

Last hope, I can turn soap into dope

Got a beam and a scope, he gon' make a **** know

He a goner, California home of marijuana

I'm in Amsterdam, the tree weak, but got a good aroma

Fugazi,'member when the world went crazy for me?

'Round the same time Brenda had a baby

And dumped it in the trash can, left it for the trash man

The message lasts forever, but the messenger don't stand a chance

In these last days, I'm tryna get it four ways

Pickin' up a fifth just in case them other four fade

That's game, it's probably all over your head, bruh

You either out there gettin' it or walkin' dead, bruh

I'm vampin' in the trap with firearms and gats

Got a chop that'll snatch your soul and won't give it back

I been there, can ball in any air

Snort a brick of soft, then holler, "Woo," like Ric Flair

Don't test me, I been snappin' necks like Wesley

Put a bitch on a blade, tomorrow have a jetski

Let's see, lil' **** bully Joe Pesci

Never caught slippin' in Reno like that **** Messi

Hold your head, boy, boy

Westside, yeet

Written by: Troublemaker

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