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ob – real life lyrics

[intro]

shame on you n-ggas for taking my flow
ya b-tch on my d-ck we ain’t taking it slow
fast and a freak…
spread stacks on the sheets…
she asks me to beat and than lays on the doe!
armani armani. balling like bacci
my music it drops n than falls on your posse..
i get on a beat you know its a homi!
i beef with the beat the producer gets bodied..

[verse 1]

buy posters of me i’m a fan of myself!
i turned off the tv n channeled the wealth
goons be on call but i handle myself!
knocked off the boss and dismantle the help…
n-ggas be talking but talkin is cheap
n-ggas be lost they be calling them deep…
the blind leads the blind n they all want to teach…
and the tide it determines how shallows the beach
p-ssenger side but controlling the ride…
my machine gun the clip it just goes in the side
like shoelaces tied and than thrown on the line…
if he’s thinking he’s fly put his soul in the sky!
i go to the bank and you go to the club!
bloods thicker than water but waters in blood…
i f-ck with my lawyers my lawyers a thug
he threatens the jury n pays off the judge…
mixes dirt with some water
drown lawyers in mudd…
if my lawyers on trial than we lawyer him up…
my gun never jams i just oil it up…
deep fry the yams or we boil em up
run outta baggies i foil it up…
fiends never get enough… they be spoiled as f-ck
i’m loyal to money cuz’ loyal means stuck
have a regular day with ya boy in the trunk

hook
i can’t talk about my real life…
alotta n-ggas’ll be indigted…
myself included..
we getting bread. get excited…
got n-ggas standing next to me…
one word they get violent..
on top you can’t move up
your girl that’s my side b-tch
i can’t talk about my real life…
alotta n-ggas’ll be indigted…
myself included..
we getting bread…
get excited…
got n-ggas standing next to me
one word they get violent..
on top can’t move up
ya girl that’s my side b-tch

can’t talk about my real life..
imma have to go into hiding..
can’t talk about the rolex…
nor about perfect timing…
my bars all fact
y’all n-ggas just rhyming…
and how them gems i dropped…
y’all n-ggas just finding…
if i say it than i got it…
20 k up in the pocket…
open up a business than i move a lot of product…
invest no rest than im doubling the profit…
a n-gga call shots but his phone on silent!
buy a couple cars and i drive em down south…
buy a couple straps and i put em in ya mouth…
run up on the bus wit them guns all out
squeeze down the block until the drums all out…
have your b-tch give me head till her tongue falls out…
don’t like ya job?
i tell a n-gga call out…
gettin moneys like a lay up
so i tell them ball out…
it ain’t nothing i ain’t got…
you could buy the mall out
i can’t talk about my real life…
or let em know what it feel like…
i ain’t talk about the drop yet…
but hang on cause i still might

[outro]

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