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For Real
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Hip-Hop
For Real was released on October 9, 2020 by 2x Music Group as a part of the album Different Route
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Release DateOctober 9, 2020
Label2x Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roney
Roney
Performer
Steve Kroeger, Tyrone Smith
Steve Kroeger, Tyrone Smith
Rap, Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyrone Smith
Tyrone Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Kroeger, Tyrone Smith
Steve Kroeger, Tyrone Smith
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Flipping a pie, we running the block for real
And if he wilding he can get shot for real
I pray my dog, he gets his appeal
We like the navy, we up in the field
He can get shot for real
He can get popped like he was a pill
[Verse 2]
She gonna treat me like the man
Roney the big dog with a plan
She got her face down for the bands
She said her friend saying she a fan
I got a bag of bitches, relax
They be the baddest bitches, it's facts
He need to learn, send that boy to class
Lil' **** better focus on his math
[Verse 3]
Ride it
That lil' bitch she pilot
Sinners, wilding
We give out work, consignment
If he don't pay back we find him
Bad lil' ting gon' line him
Burner that came with a silence
So you won't hear a thing when we slide in
[Verse 4]
Do a hit like Double-0-seven
Treat a op like a damn lil' peasant
Didn't cry when I got my sentence
Rondawg, I'm too independent
I'ma get my money, start ghosting
Pockets are strong, Hulk Hogan
That stick, it stays in the denim
Put your man on game he lofting
[Verse 5]
Flipping a pie, we running the block for real
And if he wilding he can get shot for real
I pray my dog, he gets his appeal
We like the navy, we up in the field
He can get shot for real
He can get popped like he was a pill
[Verse 6]
Pop him, do the boy dirt, so rotten
Often run up these bands so often
Man, they put my mans in a coffin
Now it's up and there's no long talking
Got twelve lil' shells in the cartridge
He a goon, what's a goon to a martian?
[Verse 7]
Run up a check, step on a neck
Won't settle for less, just give me respect
He wanna flex like he make the mess
But he won't invest in forties and Tecs
That lil' bullet go right through your chest
He begging for breath
But there's nothing left
Shorty, she wild, she begging for sex
[Verse 8]
Op think I'm done, but I'm playing chess
Run up with drums like playing a set
I made her guess
She know I'm young, but I'm gonna fuck like a vet
Just know who you next to
Girl, I want you be my next boo
I'm far from simple
Come see what I been through
[Verse 9]
Flipping a pie, we running the block for real
And if he wilding he can get shot for real
I pray my dog, he gets his appeal
We like the navy, we up in the field
He can get shot for real
He can get popped like he was a pill
[Verse 10]
He can get shot for real
He can get popped for real
Pop him like he was a pill
My **** doing the drugs
My **** doing 'em
Written by: Steve Kroeger, Tyrone Smith
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