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morray - real ones lyrics

[chorus]
i put twenty on the wrist just to feel alive
i got sticks inside the car, too many n+ggas dying
all these n+ggas like cassettes ‘cause they be flipping sides
real ones dead and gone, that sh+t hard to find
you ain’t even got a car but say that you would ride
you won’t even ride for you so i know that you lying
i can tell you gon’ switch, i see it in your eyes
real ones getting rare, that sh+t hard to find

[verse 1]
i’ve seen it all
and swear to god i almost did it too
living close to the grave
where you be if i’m not digging you
in touch with my feelings
won’t touch again if i’m not feeling you
leave a n+gga stressed
like making beats with long interludes
if you only knew what i went through just to get here
walking through the night dangerous, couldn’t see clear
n+ggas say they got me on the way like they gon’ be there
no longer in my circle, guess them n+ggas choose to be square
i had to learn a lesson
when you grow, ya friends will lessen
right now i’m just debating is that a curse or a blessing
n+ggas young and adolescent, they hating progression
losers only mad because i got the winning method
[chorus]
i put twenty on the wrist just to feel alive
i got sticks inside the car, too many n+ggas dying
all these n+ggas like cassettes ‘cause they be flipping sides
real ones dead and gone that sh+t hard to find
you ain’t even got a car but say that you would ride
you won’t even ride for you so i know that you lying
i can tell you gon’ switch i see it in your eyes
real ones getting rare, that sh+t hard to find

[verse 2]
where the real n+ggas at the one that still believe in loyalty
purple blood in my veins ‘cause a n+gga feel like royalty
n+ggas sl!ck as jheri curls
i’m shining just like some oil sheen
rotten eggs with the blessing ‘cause i swear the lord be spoiling me
long bl!cks, hockey sticks, a n+gga ready for the face off
a n+gga hit a home run through the bases watch me take off
man mother f+ck the money and the fame, i’m still gon’ praise god
and all these idols with these titles i would never praise y’all
not tryna be the best, i’m just tryna share my story
getting consolation prizes seven rings, no robert horry
moe shalizi like my shaq, i pass the ball, he score it for me
got like forty+five hits and there’s more in the inventory

[chorus]
i put twenty on the wrist just to feel alive
i got sticks inside the car, too many n+ggas dying
all these n+ggas like cassettes ‘cause they be flipping sides
real ones dead and gone that sh+t hard to find
you ain’t even got a car but say that you would ride
you won’t even ride for you so i know that you lying
i can tell you gon’ switch i see it in your eyes
real ones getting rare, that sh+t hard to find

- morray lyrics

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