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nicholas craven - unreal lyrics

[verse 1: ransom]
had a dream of being as large as gotti
it turned into nightmares and fears when i saw his body
hard to copy, folding this paper up like it’s origami
doing drive+bys in a maserati with margot robbie
suicide squad sh+t and i don’t feel a thing after them hits like paulie maglinaggi
forty kamikazes, send them to your door step
that’s more death, so pay a price that cost less
don’t listen to gangsta rappers who cross dress
i’m dame, russell, or steph out of bounds with a whole rock
out of town on a cold block, this how it sounds when the flow’s hot
kitchen utensils, couple forks, plates and a old pot
coke spot, zip bag stuffin’ right by the stovetop
you ain’t got no shot, who wants to suffer this hot steel?
mama i done made it, your son is touchin’ a hot wheel
fake ass rappers, that other stuff i do not feel
tiffany gomas ‘cause this motherf+cker is not real

[verse 2: stove god cooks]
the top dropped then my shooter stand
i’m screaming shoot again, that’s the type of mood i’m in
i sign the lease for the kilos, then i move ‘em in
stomp on them b+tches ‘til they get evicted
this is stove+ticking+blue+flame business
the digital scale numbers is infinite
the difference is i take the corner of the brick and dip it in
pull it out the water with the crystals still in it
amiri jeans on your b+tch floor, pistol still in it
these n+ggas is cookin’ mystery mix
they brought the yayo in a corvette
cocaine in my pores, i been baggin’ up since this morning
i used to want a hundred thousand and a foreign
now i want a hundred mil’ and a porsche with more horses under the hood than ralph lauren
clase azul pour it in with the square
my young boy on that wock and a perc, don’t get murked
my n+ggas got it out the dirt, now we more dirk nowitzki
41 blocks in the 6+speed, is you kiddin’ me?

- nicholas craven lyrics

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