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snap capone - so real lyrics

[verse]
i just copped a fifth, gunmetal grey
i don’t talk in beef, i let my gun explain
i done three years and i’m still the same
i don’t give a f+ck about a watch or chain
but if he’s got it, i make my n+gga rob that straight
i’m tryna see bread from this f+cking caine
same day i came home i copped a f+cking trey
mask and the gloves for the robberies
blade said “you’re not a k!ller with no bodies g”
no apologies, i slump n+ggas properly
these n+ggas need to rap, i don’t need to
ayo i caught a body +
i need food to keep the line running
who wants consignment? i can draw the nine on him
tell him “bring me back five then we’rе cushty”
on my blocks we keep the heat whеre the bush be
i’ve gotta keep low cause them boys are on me
they want me doing life like my n+gga lovey
i’ve got strips popping, lines doing three a day
i don’t talk akh, talk like b.o.a
gun in my palm, i’m the old dawg
missed his neck, slugs gonna rip his shoulder
i think about my n+gga tyse everyday
i release stress when the semi sprays
trident tried stitch me up, rang my probation up
they’re just p+ssed, they don’t want snap to buss
they say i rap about things that i’ve done
i say “it’s purely entertainment, what the f+ck you on?”
i just rap on beats, i don’t see nothing wrong
my last court case, they tried to play my song
i just copped a pump that holds five
no breaks, my n+ggas grinding the whole night
i’m tryna cop a brick, tell me what your coke’s like
just copped the moncler coat, all white
i don’t give two f’s like fendi
shoot a n+gga’s face if he offends me
the clip’s full, i shoot it till it’s empty
picture me rolling in the bentley
with the seats red, free my n+gga c.s
f+ck looking at life, i’d rather see death
i’m flying up to country to mash p’s
these n+ggas talking guns, where’s your machines?
i’m on the strip, i’ve got the piff, tryna drug fiends
i paid twenty+two for a box of b
my n+gga p said he’s got the lizzy link
fifteen for a box, i can make a drink
phone my n+gga s, let’s roll out
i’ll shoot a n+gga’s brain till it falls out
four up, four guns, that’s a full house
yeah n+gga f+ck a courthouse
i might link a mill to get my d+ck polished
she’s gonna take it in the throat then spit on it
the money spent today was last week’s profit
if you n+ggas banging, please tell me who’s dropping
n+ggas sell drugs cause the fiends copping
you could get dropped if you’re eavesdropping
talking to the coppers, that’s a no+no
m.a. on my top, clock the logo
put the rhinos in the .44 pinocchio
i’m getting high off the residue, i love the smoke
n+ggas look p+ssed that i’m home now
i grip sticks and flip bricks, you’re all clowns
n+gga’s catching bodies, try and beat the case
the feds got the gun but no dna
there was witnesses but no one said they saw his face
i don’t like the feds, i think they’re tryna k!ll me
for real, my life’s like a film g
no take two, i hate dudes
that talk greaze, when they’re fake yutes
have you ever been in court with a suit and tie?
and see tears drip down your mother’s eyes
cause the f+cking judge wants to give her son life
free my n+gga nutty, working on appeal
they’ve got us stressing daily, this sh+t is so real

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