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lauren truee - real deal spiel lyrics

[verse 1]
f-ck a job bih sold dope to pay my bills
f-ck uncle sam pop a cracker like a pill
effel in the field double e’s like some eels
it’s some real deal spiel don’t cry over spilt milk
my dawg had k!lled over metals and sealed quilts
n-gg-s in san quentin doing thou by catching deals
wrote “rob me” on a shirt cause they knew how i had lived
catch a n-gg- on the back with a hot one, ad lib
catch you n-gg-s on the eastside sleeping, ad lib
last night 12 pulled up creeping, had dipped
last time they pulled me over they whopped me like emmett till
won’t let it happen again you can catch me in a pen
serving a smooth five cause my dawg just caught ten
only reason i say that cause he said i’m half of him
gemini had burned me awhile ago, f-ck kim
my new b-tch up in vouge and i’m balling up out the gym

[chorus]
i know the tape ain’t cohesive but i ain’t speaking for no reason
(i ain’t speaking for no reason, i ain’t speaking for no reason)
realize i’m at the edge moonwalking off the deep end
(moonwalking off the deep end, moonwalking off the deep end)
remember i had blocks you barely had lego pieces
(you barely had lego pieces, you barely had lego pieces)
now i’m barely human give a f-ck about a precinct
(f-ck about a precinct, f-ck about a precinct)
i know the tape ain’t cohesive but i ain’t speaking for no reason
(i ain’t speaking for no reason, i ain’t speaking for no reason)
realize i’m at the edge moonwalking off the deep end
(moonwalking off the deep end, moonwalking off the deep end)
remember i had blocks you barely had lego pieces
(you barely had lego pieces, you barely had lego pieces)
now i’m barely human give a f-ck about a precinct
give a f-ck about a precinct

[verse 2]
i pack the trap out like madison square
i pack the trap out cause i got them squares
if i get jammed bet my dawg got the bail
i wish they kicked the door when i was here
my .45 would’ve sent some n-gg-s to jail
stripes i just caught sitting on my couch
n-gg-s having doubts could try once again
treat you like a slave when you with your kin
i know where your sister stay, know where you lay your head
know your homie keep his dope under his bed
know what b-tch gave you up talking like a fed
know your homie gon’ catch a hot one, eat lead
oh my god he dead swear to god jit hit
spread across the b-tch bed like grey poupon
better yet like grape jelly, trap bussin’ like belly

- lauren truee lyrics

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