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banx$ - aint real lyrics

[intro]
haa
a lotta these n-ggas ain’t… real
two gs dolla what up
haa haaaaaaa
a lotta these n-ggas ain’t real (no, no)
(banx$ mumble)
right ..

[hook]x2
haa lotta these n-ggas ain’t real
they dont live how we live they dont know how it feel
your pockets is empty you hot and the feds on your heels
i keep it two g when my weapon catch rec then i peel

[banx$]
i can’t go back to broke so you know that im trappin forreal
my n-ggas is hungry he holdin them bricks then his cap gettin peeled
it ain’t no given my hittas been itchin goin in for the k!ll
i flipped so many zones that it feel like i been touched a mil
now im back on my rap sh-t crack spit n-ggas sayin chill
truie store blow a rack quick broke rap n-ggas can’t pay that bill
give a f-ck how they feel big 40 all steel f-ck n-ggas get drilled
i told $ no waitin leave that n-gga on the pavement stretch season in the feild
why my foreign only got two seats they be sick everytime they hear two gs
i just made 80 off of two keys stretch time no stress puff good weed
i ain’t never trippin dippin off of codeine im all night workin n-gga no sleep
pushin all white talkin bout c0ke keys hoe please we just f-ckin you get no cheese
a lotta these n-ggas ain’t built
a whole lotta snitchin in my city a lotta they squeel
mof-ckas mad at me cuz they b-tches all on banx$ heels
all a youngin tryna do is count money no time for a thot haa

[hook]

[caution]
yall know all my n-ggas they ridin with me want problems with me till the squad is wit me
man all my n-ggas they puttin in work im big body wit the shotty bet i put em in the dirt
be the first to get murked body bag call the law, intentions of getting rich not worried bout yall at all
im tryna ball chris paul john wall no flaws im raw n-gga rap like god
thats bible scriptures who ridin wit ya cuz the whole town greedy we ain’t vibin wit ya
cut a lott of these n-ggas ain’t real wanna know how i feel bet a n-gga get k!lled thats real haa
haa a lotta these n-ggas be talkin that cash
riding wit suzie and paris columbiana slide through and spill no clearance haa
im telling you all of these n-ggas is p-ssy just wishing they push me im ridin so proper
bet a n-gga dont pop up once we pop up
im so trill but you wouldn’t know how it feel to be a n-gga me
ridin through the hood gettin love big meech
connected from the ave all the way to queens street
a lott these n-ggas ain’t real
wanna know how it get wit my n-ggas in the feild
we ain’t playin wit you n-ggas f-ck around and get k!lled
they dont know how we live bro tell em how we feel

[hook]
haaa lotta these n-ggas ain’t real
they dont live how we live they dont know how it feel
your pockets is empty you hot and the feds on your heels
i keep it two g when my weapon catch rec then i peel

[bm]
a lotta these n-ggas is fakin and bluffin they ain’t gettin nothin im takin they money
b-tch im the boss com make an appointent i can employ ya got everything for ya
n-ggas dont know how it feel to get all this money
since day one you n-ggas is bummy you n-ggas is funny
i dare you to come take it from me
goin hand to hand tryna run it countin hundreds all in abundance
just remember n-ggas cam from nothin f-ck them n-ggas baby they just stuntin
now they dusty now they screamin f-ck me
now they want me now they h-lla hungry
at the top h-lla paranoid
sound to good n-gga i dont trust it
gotta get it n-ggas on a mission n-ggas gotta flip only need a minute
f-ck the compet-tion we dem n-ggas money vision i just see it different
n-ggas hatin in they conversations bout what we makin and how we bout to make it
all i know is that its greedy nation n-ggas tired of waitin and we bout to take it .. ya
d-mn this sh-t just got real
its greedy my n-gga you n-ggas can not get a meal
f-ck how you feeeeelll, cuz all of my n-ggas is real

[hook]

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