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logan h james - for real for real lyrics

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i hit the skurr from a new lot
made the trap house to my new spot
buying up the block when i’m getting out
n+ggas found a wave from a new route
we from the field for real
lost lot of sleep when the blood was spilled
colors were shown they ain’t real for real
n+ggas with me yeah they k!ll for thrills
you know what it is

verse 1
i hit the skurrr
then i hit the dash
seeing my haters and i know why they mad
i’m getting cash and they jewelry is trash
and they b+tches want me smack on they ass
i been the sh+t they think i move bricks
way i’m hopping in and out of the whip
pushing music and marketing n+gga don’t talk to me n+gga it cost to be bigger
why the f+ck you think that i been outside
n+gga i’m wild you ain’t checking my live
sleep sh+t, yeah we been deprived
yep i’m a hustler ain’t committing no crime
you gettin check if you crossin the line
but f+ck that cause i’m gonna shine
lime light while we jumping on stages
pulling up in the newest mercedes
pulling off in a bentley coupe baby
ownership watch me bring the new wave in
your favorite rapper yeah i’m the replacement i’m the king and you need embrace me
don’t talk to goofy‘s they buildin up cases
f+ck karen we beatin up racist
let me see your guts ima arrange em
what we do it for my n+ggas in cages
baby fathers and the b+tches who played them
both lost and the kids had to save them
full of trauma you could see in they faces
you buying blocks just to make this sh+t hot
you buyin lambs and im buying more property
you brought a bird but i brought the whole flock with me
doing this properly
brought all my ahxs with me
allah with us so ain’t nothing stopping me
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verse 2

we from the streets for real
we know about that beef for real
n+ggas be pulling up shootin (bow)
then you hear the tires peal
they shot a lil girl for real
this sh+t has to stop for real
n+ggas be lootin and shootin
the f+ck is you doing
those ass shots, i can see how it’s movin
grab my hands and she put on her ass
got mad cause i ain’t give her no cash
got the number but i’m gon text
i know she’s broke and her p+ssy is trash
ask me will you know i got gas
gasape when it come out the bag
look at me well, you know i’m gon drag
you know i be moving and groovin
my negas be shooting
n+ggas pull up while they all in the uber
air we pollutant with gas ape
glass in the air if you glad you made it
i told her right now we were partying
she naughty and she bought a friend i played them like an accordion
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