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money montage - that's some real shit lyrics

[intro: trauma]
at this point, i don’t give a f+ck about how n0body feel
(i know the same sh+t)
like, since a lil’ n+gga, i’ve been on the same sh+t, like
raw sh+t, like
look

[verse 1: trauma]
i had the same opps like the second grade, i swear they never changed
they said they see me, they gon’ shoot me, but ain’t never bang (b+tch)
if you ain’t from here, you should never claim
ain’t tryna bum on why the f+ck you bang (stupid)
you was never gang
me and momo, we’ve been dolo, it’s just me and him
eyes closed, how the f+ck you shoot and you can’t see thе rim?
your bro a ho, it’s just me and him (b+tch)
he said h+llo to my littlе friend
bang, this my f&n
he not a trapper, he do business
he f+ck with me, he be on cnn, on never seen again
i said i’ll never drink the lean again (a lie)
until i got a call for the pint (now i’m a fiend again, pour me up)

[chorus: trauma]
i never told, never flip or never put no ho before the clique
how that look to put my bro after a b+tch?
i’m puttin’ ounces in a zip, them fluid ounces when i sip
take him down ’cause i be higher than a b+tch, that’s some real sh+t (skrrt)
[verse 2: trauma]
now we swervin’
the pieces, bro, i’m hurtin’
they got him, are you certain?
[?], i’m right of birkin
[?] hurt this b+tch, i’m certain i’ve been lurkin’
i’ve been sick, b+tch, i need nursin’ (ah, rrr, facts)
f+ck bein’ sober, where the meds at?
if you think we beefin’ ’bout a b+tch, then you can dead that
so f+ck these b+tches, where your head at? (f+ck a b+tch)
it’s either be courage the cowardly dog or be a scared cat
lions, tigers, bears, it’s gorillas over here
ain’t no rats, snakes, fakes, they know we realer over here
shoot his beanie with the sigel, he could feel it in the air
it ain’t nothin’ but some k!llers over there (that’s some real sh+t)
keep your distance, bro (b+tch)
all i want is a consistant ho
that i could f+ck and get a bro, now that’s a give and go
i got a bird b+tch who pigeon toed
i got a chicken in the kitchin’ water whippin’, i got different [?]
never will i change, i’ll forever be the same
i’m forever pourin’ drank, you ain’t never feel my pain
i will never let a lame try to take me out this game
(that’s why i gotta bang, bang, bang)
i made this rap sh+t my trap, b+tch (facts)
i gave packs to my packs, now we stack chips
i got my trap doin’ backflips (ayy)
and my pockets [?] fat b+tch
yeah, my knots, yeah, they that thick
tallied free, we just tryna get our salary
get the green p’s and salary
i just gotta sit
all my n+ggas leaves on the money tree
(i swear to god i just wanna see all of us get rich, real sh+t, no lie)
f+ck a ho n+gga plottin’, mama spoil me rotten
in the studio noddin’, i’ve been at work like a goblin
know they lookin’, they watchin’, n+ggas schemin’, so watch
always put why you rotten and you get shot in your noggin
i’m just fixin’ my problems, gave her d+ck, now she wildin’ (come on, baby girl, you know i ain’t got time for that sh+t, i ain’t never switched up)
i never told
never flip up for no ho b+tch for the clip
[chorus: trauma]
i never told, never flip or never put no ho before the clique
how that look to put my bro after a b+tch?
i’m puttin’ ounces in a zip, them fluid ounces when i sip
take him down ’cause i be higher than a b+tch, that’s some real sh+t (skrrt)

[outro: trauma]
that’s some real sh+t

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