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real deal - the mount oliver project lyrics

[verse 1]
break out the trombones and roll out the red carpet
chris kyle, cl!ck bloaw, the next target
red dots, headshot, who the red’s marking
turn somebody dead nice into a dead carc-ss
with a half of vising
soon as i get my stipend. wilding!
i’m ready to face time, but i’m never skyping
yeah this the armpit of the borough
when we shot, we got is what a bartender can serve
i’m surrounded by these zombies like i’m daryl from the walking dead
my city used to sleep; now they just nod instead
that old granddad, 21 and bottle-fed
‘til we granddad hammered in our hospice bed
globetrotter, ‘cept for your boy, scr-ppy white
real deal, fitting up the asking price
freezer cold, fresher than chunk of alaskan ice
tryna turn battle stripes to bragging rights

[chorus]
let’s go!
here’s a tour of my hood, my city. hop in and drive with me
this is m.o.!
see where dreams collapse and everywhere there’s a theme, relax and so
let’s go!
everyday is hard and all the young people pray for pardons and
this is m.o.!
all the pain we feel, it’s what made me real
deal with it

[verse 2]
straight gutter, jake cutler, i push the bar
independent, it’s less hands in the cookie jar
blood sport, br-ss knucks if you look to spar
big homie turned derock the way he took the charge
we all tryna get our pocket full
‘til the five-o looking to hold someone responsible
you see i’m leaving with the constable
then they pointing fingers like payton manning calling an audible
and m.o., m.o. is dog eat dog
blaspheme his ig about how god sees all
f-ck y’all, chef sh-t, rep the p until i’m mantle ashes
ai the way i ran my practice
‘cause the game player, i’m a keystone king
i call the shots like a bambino swing
it’s your boy, rd. young gordon in the kitchen
went from cornered in the system to the warden in the prison

[verse 3]
life gave me a lemon and told me to make lemonade
so i traded it in and got an escalade
b-tch-rapper should carry a purse of pepper spray
f-ck a 40 time, it’s 40 (s&w) time and you catch a fade
talk’s cheap, we ain’t conversators
squad with the goon level, you couldn’t reach on a wonkavator
we got next. but pushing through is a process
this is in my oliver project. god bless

- real deal lyrics

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