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lute - real2real lyrics

[verse 1]
you can tell the real by how the real interact
be surprised who inspired how a real n-gga act
man these little n-ggas lack
but who am i to say, that these little n-ggas wack?
we all reaching for the same
children of the game switching lanes on them thangs
tint low as h-ll, gliding down the sale chart
knocking because it’s loud as h-ll
b-tches in the back like “who the h-ll in there?”
cutting corners cause them boys in the rear
gold grills give these b-tches chills and i ain’t got no fronts
wood grain on the steering wheel, static in the trunk
little n-ggas with no fear, they only hate us cause we’re young
queen city ’til i die, that fo five make ’em run
n-ggas swearing they some g’s ’til you flash it in the sun
c-ck back and let it hum, he ain’t even make it home
godd-mn my n-gga gone, baby mama on her own
she a baby raising babies on her own
had plans to go to school, but shortie couldn’t get the loans
now she stripping down them poles, she ain’t nothing like them hoes
highly educated, all they want is n-ggas wrapped in gold
mounted up on fours, watching screens fold in their lap
selling cds out his truck, cause you know every n-gga rap
but ain’t n0body f-cking with me, represent the f-cking north
side, in my f-cking state, reside in the f-cking west
side of my f-cking city
now throw your dubs if you feel me
now throw your dubs if you feel me

[hook]
[?] cause they know me
boys, boys better pay me anyways, don’t owe me) x4

[verse 2]
real n-gga sh-t is so rare, n-ggas never go there
with the ice around his wrist, you would probably think it snow here
polar bear cold, yeah they probably sell c0ke there
trapped on the hot block, yell n-gga be easy
meth transform to living room speakeasys
peep the slang, n-ggas ’round here don’t speak easy
short temper, lose a member if you b-tch-made
short temper, lose a member looking this way
so fix your eye on some -ss
it’s enough around, my n-ggas trying to get laid
bro i’m trying to get paid, n-ggas trying to get played
beats trying to get slayed
like peep the audi a8 looks like it’s gliding on blaze
put some ice around my neck, looks like there’s never no shade
but n-ggas hate, that’s why there’s never no way
but my n-ggas got fakes, so we’ll be there some day
and while you worried about these hoes, the next n-gga to spray
my n-gga look around, they ain’t worried, no way
they tearing down our hoods, where the f-ck we gonna stay?
make the block smaller, push us further away

[hook]

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