sanxiouz, 2lyt – real ones lyrics
hook+
don’t you f+ck with the real ones ×8
verse1(sanxiouz)+
time to k!ll these suckas who fakin
these wack artist keep buzzin
i gotta give em concussion
there ain’t no f+ckin way to be stoppin this operation
cuz i got the kinda sauce that force rappers to hibernate em
dont you f+ck with me buddy
i leave these rappers cryin in a corner they yellin mummy
i dont f+ck with people who only about the money
they hate to be themselves so thеy turn you down cuz you workin
f+ck that, i ain’t never been on the hoеsh+t
you rappers can’t rise even if you come with a forklift
my rhymes more preachy than fathers who on em churches
got so much of intellect in my brain that its bulging
shove your face up inside the ass of a corpse
im writin the masterpieces while you takin a stroll
back in the sport yall rappers thought that we ain’t bringin no force
yall ain’t got that typa engine yall can’t enter the course
done livin bummy i gotta come up with harder raps
these people ain’t takin me seriously where my choppers at
when i pull up on these suckas they be feelin like a heart attack
you ain’t gettin lucky even if it is an autumn fest
hit em in they head up with a bottle when they bout ta flex
you know when im on it man im on it like tyrrano rex
f+ck smokin, f+ck clubbin and f+ck booze
f+ck everyone who think its makin you look cool
thats a d+mn marketin strategy for you dumb fools
i would rather take a sip of some of that plum juice
dont you f+ck with the real one
and immma keep on comin with hardest raps till them bills come
if you dont like my skin tone then suck my d+ck till it spills cum
i been holdin for too long , i guess its time to
destruct
i got blood guts limbs casually over my floor
emcees talk sh+t we slittin their vocal chords
ain’t n0body better sanxiouz and 2lyt
had to bring some horrorcore
people sleepin on us like they been sniffin chloroform
hook+
don’t you f+ck with the real ones ×8
verse 2 (2lyt)+
real ones on real estate you a fake homie you a duct tape
i stand alone in this rap game
you keep begging for lil fame
i stole your b+tch from ukraine
you get sold for few chains
you off beat like blueface
we murder rap it resonates
if i go fast it’s a cop chase
i feel bad….for you lil rappers
you’ll get slaughtered if i come closer
f+ck your b+tch call it acrobatic mathematic
matter of fact it’s all practice, all the tactics
i been the best i beat the matrix
i came here to overtake
past sinner is today’s saint i make the moves i make it rain
i slit your throat like roman reigns
putting the work for a life change
benihana marijuana b+tch hot like extra sauna
i take the notes but no drama
make it pop like becky hecky
shoot your b+tch like air hockey
last time was just a trial
running treadmill like an extra mile
be extra wise for big advice
we run the city on drifting tyres
i’m done playing i just need the fame
you ask money that’s d+mn shame
i run the game you can’t escape
hook+
don’t you f+ck with the real ones ×8
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