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e# da realest - bossed up freestyle lyrics

rapping with the bally round my mouth
ya know
even though it’s like 40 degrees in australia
we still wear ballies in the hot weather
oi, real gz sh+t
skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, yo
rrrraa, rrrrrhha, gang
come on
hmmmm, i’ma turn this sh+t up

(yung infamous e tag)

yo, everybody wanna roll with me
cos i got the pole on me, stolen trees
feelin’ like 22gz, h+lla bl!ckies in the whip that got no keys
crippies in my city be litty
do it like diggy and get chingy (hmm, hmm)
glock+44 steppa, roll with the wetter
told rambo ramz back the beretta
but i think he’s better with a rambo
i’m on the wing like olise and i’m flipping them bags with tеkkers
i ain’t no bencher but i still lift man up and wеt his sweater
like pull up, wusgoodie
i just put a nank through your hoodie
i’m in the t+house, got a crack pack on me and it h+lla boujie
for years i’ve been digging and twisting rambo t++th in
leave a blood bleeding, ain’t no healing in the hospital, man
you gotta be dreaming
oi, crip vibes on the mic
literally cos i’ve got my bally covering it right now, dog

yo free up my bruddaz
shoutout them from g block and d
big d bruddaz, g block bruddaz rooftop gang, you heard me
(rrr rrrr rrr) yo

if i asked a yout on the street
who never rode with da real gz
“have you seen what i’ve seen”
he’ll just tell me “don’t talk to me”
told my man walk with me cah we gotta get rid of all the weed
i just shanked man up who was taller than me, stalking, calling me
them opps tried to line me up with a glock so the boys in blue could see
that sh+t came from overseas, then it’s from me
but i still put it back in their block, running through that b+tch is easy
24+7 ten toes by 11, they sleepy
da real gz be elevated
a lot of dogs we relegated
invest in nanks and shanks, this g lock clip be automated (brrrrrrr)
i’m on the g block rooftop court
chuz bruz just hit a shot then scored
dem man from our district say we’re gonna get caught but that we ain’t bought
the wusgoodies and the crack packers got double tappers, not lackers (beh beh)
a table with lacquer from a crib that we bout by selling our daggers
passed a brick to a man on the main road, some don’t call me a trapper
i’m getting badder, a lot of people in my city don’t know i’m a rapper
(yung infamous e tag)

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