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a-rodd - feel real lyrics

[part i]

[intro]
just for me to rest, gon’ have to k!ll me (yeah)
just for me to rest, gon’ have to k!ll me
you ain’t gotta touch me just to feel me (yeah, yeah)
you ain’t gotta touch me just to feel me
feel me, yeah
feel me, yeah, yeah
feel me, yeah
gotta feel me
(ar on the beat!)

[part ii]

[verse]
i don’t wanna hear now that you proud of me
you was never there when i was doubting me
you was never there when they was clowning me
downing me, you was scared of being down for me
now, you can get to stepping from around from me
no beats, you can’t even get a sound from me
give a f-ck about the photos that you found of me
loud in me, they don’t wanna hear the loud in me
they don’t gotta touch me just to feel me
just for me to rest gon’ have to k!ll me
they say it’s too much to know the real me
they don’t ever ever ever want the real me
now everybody all in my comments
profits, only time that i’m responding
p-ssy talk smack, brodie off em
he can’t talk back from a coffin
god d-mn, it feel good to be up
they ain’t ever reach, back when i was stuck
they ain’t ever help, now they give a f-ck
but it’s f-ck em though, wish em all luck
7 on go, if you wanna try some sh-t
and i’m signed to me, no i ain’t dividing sh-t
when the bread comes, now they wanna slice of it
i want bands, y’all be tripping on a trifling b-tch
like whoa
i don’t want no problems with you squares
cause when i was down you left me there
i don’t want no problems with you fakes
i’m legit y’all b-tches snakes, we can’t relate
that’s that hoe sh-t
missed me back when i was on my broke sh-t
but i always stood ten toes, sh-t
but i kept the money train in motion
now, everybody in my face lying to me
talking bout, they done stuck thru all the times w me
wish i had a single person stand behind of me
grind wit me, they ain’t ever do no time w me
like whoa
on my mob sh-t
mama hit me with that get a job sh-t
talking bout, what you wanna be? not sh-t?
but i promise i’mma hit em wit that hot sh-t
they don’t know i’m bout to be the hottest
money long, i’m just being modest
b-tches bad, i’m just being honest
coming strong no there ain’t no stopping
coming strong baby up ya defense
they all walked away when i was deep in
they all walked away when i was creepin’
off the sh-ts, i ain’t have a place to sleep in
but i got so many friends right?
you ain’t ever did sh-t for me
now i got so many deads right?
you ain’t ever hit l!cks for me
ima need the frauds to go and cut it out
you was talking tough i have you running now
i don’t play wit that my brodie gun you down
wrapped inside a coffin like a mummy now
this sh-t got me sick all in my stomach
they be talking sh-t and i love it
i ain’t really thinking nothing of it
beat lil homie -ss in public
now this the last thing i’m gon say
don’t worry bout me, get paid
don’t worry bout me, get paid
don’t worry bout me, get paid

[outro]
and y’all really make it too easy for me
on my soul
triple 3

- a rodd lyrics

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