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ot the real - conrad square lyrics

[producer tag]
beatzwithapassion who else did you expect

[verse 1]
praying sk!ll and honor take us to the promised land
woke up and my team was gone again felt like a sonics fan+
bro play with the birds, fifth on ‘im, he think he donovan
act like sh+t ain’t bout nothing then bang on him like ja morant (bang)
if it’s a problem holla then (holla at me)
if there’s a problem, he who won’t talk about it, usually ain’t solid then
i seen funny money, sh+t 20s? we chase the fives and 10s
‘for the [?]30s and 80s[?] we caked up off the fives and 10s (let’s go)
he fresh home from a 5 to 10, already gеtting high again
(getting high again) his baby moms says he’s selfish (says hе’s selfish)
but really shorty’s just jealous she’s ain’t high as him
told his po come get him, told her sister she was right again
an old head i was serving just told me i’m what he might’a’ been
(what he might’a’ been) say he just wishes he could try again
i ain’t try regret the way my paper and my time was spent (nah)
same time daddy gotta provide that rent (for real)

[hook]
cause ain’t n0body come and save us we saved ourselves
chances that we took ‘s how we came up and paid our bills
(that’s how we survived)
what we did in the darkness kept the lights on
(how we kept the lights on)
what we did in the darkness kept the lights on
[verse 2]
from pitchin’ quarters to flippin’ ??? on sniffer corners
the richest snorters have you feelin’ like you richard porter
(you came up) outside like a brick+and+mortar+
plug go down to mexico so often he can drink the water+
bend her over pound it out wait a sec, then i hit it harder
(then i hit it harder) yeah
i feel the liquor kickin’ in, my sh+t on 10 i’m tryin’a fit it farther
s+x is a weapon, it’s a threat whenever it gets brought up+
the old heads ain’t around to feel like clowns for stupid sh+t they taught us
(where they at)
gangstas don’t die, they quietly run they side and they just live in florida
og told me cut that beefin’ short, it gets your chicken longer
now the feds can only sweat you as you sit in saunas
(chill) (i told ’em listen)
got a list full of pitbulls, chill, don’t make me sic them on ya
snakes say they’ll die for you; yeah, that’s cause they livin’ off ya
(watch ya body)

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