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sincerest don - the real back lyrics

[verse 1]

i really may do star for the rest of my life
all them nights, rollin the dice
tusslin over the price
everytime i’m in the freeze
i can hear the whispers
guess they curious, if i’m goin ball like kerry kittles
ain’t no riddle, ain’t no gimmicks
i need a m n+gga
rap roids, throwing weight up in the gym n+gga
ask around, ain’t no blemish, i ain’t them n+igga
without a arm, i’ll spit this sh+t
f+ck a lim n+gga
every price, we paid that
plug love fella
la chauler fly as sh+t, & make the broads zealous
i was doing margiela
fair catching p’s, andy reid
best o through the air, va done evеr seen
at least when going green, that was my recipе
coaching pieces wit integrity, lasted my legacy
and if you showed flaw then, you been dead to me
and if you ever ran off, you a memory
christian louboutin
just to show, i’m truly a don
closet look like ssence, kicks from sneakercon
she use to call my bluff
now she like sin wassup, just her luck
she made the cut, but ain’t goin say too much… (wasted talent)
(hook+x2)
all i keep hearing is sin bring the real back
i put my city inna front, they gotta feel that
don’t get me confused wit these fools, this is real rap
for keeping it more than 100, i need a mill back

[verse 2]

time flies, we survived, prayers to the sky
slapping fives, everytime we beat a 3+9
i ain’t wrote my dawg none, but he eating good
and he know i’ll give him my last, so we understood
no more chasing jugs
now it’s bout some real money
this life i live goin make these people type up a deal for me
the real only, relate to being down on your d+ck
no pot to p+ss, pockets funny
glad i turned on my switch
it’s hit or miss where i’m hailing from
ni+gas be young
body dropping from that carbon drum
i had to jump on interstates to solidify my funds
feds ran 1+3+1’s
i was kendrick nunn
southpaw shootin, wit a harden pump
and i can bargain some
grower tossing seahawks
i’m steve largent son
you must ain’t check the margin huh
near stacks up tyson 2 to match my confidence
and still a n+gga to the field or octagon
my portfolio reads, a made n+gga
who had to make em believe
chopping 16’s down like trees
once i roll up my sleeves, alexander mcqueen
made broads sweat out they weaves

(hook+x2)

all i keep hearing is sin bring the real back
i put my city inna front, they gotta feel that
don’t get me confused wit these fools, this is real rap
for keeping it more than 100, i need a mill back

- sincerest don lyrics

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