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s1 the realist - m3style ii lyrics

[intro]
(…wake up!)

[verse 1]
they’re saying 2025 that i must blow? f+++ knows
push b push coke don’t trust n+++++ the game’s cutthroat
i know i always talk about food, but i push loads
german whip when i touch road
trap phone ringing all night
i remember days sending testers out at naught five
tryna get this phone dancing like shoreline
i was in amsterdam smoking shoreline
now i go la whips push the start with four pipes
i ain’t inna talk, but this whip’s got torque
got the traction off and throw it in sport
courtesy of slanging banging white and criss brown
tryna get this phone dancing like chris brown (yeah x 2)
i love my k!lly cah he never put his thing down
any disrespect we make it ring out
f+++ a freestylе, n++++ this a m3style
told my little homies that the streets wild
just stay lowkеy and stay in check (cmon man)
f+++ the ends the streets a mess (let’s go x2)
it comes with beef it comes with bread (let’s go x2)
can you stomach it until you’re dead?
can you handle it when beefs intense?
the s+++ i’ve seen you’d lose your head (d+mn)
[verse 2]
it can eat you alive if you ain’t headstrong
free my lifers in the can keep your head’s strong
s1, im not the rapper to be slept on
they don’t rate you if you ain’t a trapper or ain’t pressed one (bup x3)
i see n+++++ talk wicked and get stepped on
how’s your mans a driller he ain’t stretched one? (how!)
running through food i need a next one (let’s go)
phone ringing i don’t need to text don
early morning juggs i’m hitting shots before the school run
i done a monkey by 12 i don’t care what you done
told sleepz let the tune run, this my last 24 ’til the tune’s done (hmnn)
rachel 25 minutes love i’ll soon come
f+++ up and downs cali pounds that’s a new jugg (trap x3)
squeeze said f+++ that we need some new funds
went off the map for a few months
came back with some new plugs
top shelf cali man don’d do runtz
still hands on in the t, course i move grub
26 rocks to one shot she smokes too much
27 shots for a boy tryna move tough (bup x3)
j’s got 28 left, life’s too f+++++
if you’re a trap boy turn the tune up
who’s your hardest rapper tell ’em move up

- s1 the realist lyrics

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