That For Real

(DJ Cam gon' show 'em how to drip) (JT on the track again) That's my fault, expectin' loyalty from niggas When really I should be mad at myself I'm mad at myself, I was carryin' 'round a group of unloyal niggas on my back And just for them to stab me there That's what I get, chasin' after friends that ain't cared Now I'm tryna get the pin to where you stay, and then I'm there You went against the plan, so I gotta cut off your air 'Cause if you bite the hand that feed you, what you gon' do to somebody else? Can't let that slide, all fuck niggas gotta die, y'all gon' fuck up the world My pride to the side, playin' Barbie with my lil' girl Couldn't see between your lines, I was caught in a twirl I like guns and roses, she like pistols and pearls That's my Russian roulette Put a flower set on your neck I'm here to protect you, baby So I protect you, baby See me with these different bitches so much, it get you crazy So I keep your diamonds on flush like we in the restroom, baby I apologize so much, and you so tired of the fussin' I ain't gon' hide from the public how much I love this woman Say you ain't white, you Russian, I'm just glad you ain't my cousin That's the only thing gon' stop me from lovin', you ain't nothin' Mark your calendar, Friday, we on a date We gon' talk over dinner and put everything on a plate Everything on the table, say everything you gotta say I'm a reaper, but I'm righteous, a sniper movin' with grace My plug went to jail, but I made a way This dope I'm gettin' now fucked up, but I make it shake I'm a ratchet-ass lil' nigga, looked up and I made you bae And everything I got, I obtained goin' through pain It's my fault thinkin' I'ma meet my wifey in the club It's just like me to go and turn a white bitch to a thug I'm steady fuckin' hoes, you know you shouldn't have let me fuck You wish you never loved, but it's too late 'cause you in love I'm in a 'vert, I skeet out, then I skrrt I'm pushin' through the hurt, this shit a blessin' and a curse You hate when I'm on Percs, but girl, you know I need my Percs I need you like my purse, I ain't got y'all, that's when I'm worse I'm in the club, muggin' with no shirt I'm thuggin', on that fuck shit, put my pistol in your purse I don't second-guess my gut, them niggas flaky, and I'm sure Gave 'em chances, they turned out exactly who I knew they were Been too long on this curb, it's time to leave All they did was take when I was willing to give them everything I had to learn how to swim, them crackers sent me up the creek Tried to spread me on the ground, so it's too late to squash the beef Mom, we made it, baby, you ain't gotta cry I'm in the back seat, I ain't even gotta drive But fuck this Maybach 'cause I'm that for real Fuck this Maybach 'cause I'm that for real