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swarve slim - outlaws lyrics

[intro]
is this the sound check for the real ting
real ting
yo
swarve slim
threekey
yo

[verse]
no gangster, why would i pretend to be
no car, no yard, no set of keys
but i got a pedal bike and free zeds of cheese
only bangin shots when i’m sipping on hennessy
had good friends, now they’re no friend to me
just enemies, with good memories
wanna put end to me, all ’cause of jealousy
don’t make sense, but that’s how it’s meant to be
and tell a hater, f-ck what you feel like
cause this ain’t just rap, naw it’s real life
man a be skinny but you know that i still fight
being this hungry, do you know what it feels like
man said i ain’t real, you pr-ck
don’t rap about guns or gold or whips
sticks, yards or money or chicks
i rap what’s real, what’s real is what i live
so, i give a f-ck about your gang tag
who you think you’re fooling man, there’s nothing in your man bag
and them man sad, only getting views cause they act bad
all these rappers in my hood yeah they wanna act silly
even though that i’m good they don’t wanna rap with me
cause i haven’t got a linkup or a rapcity
but that’s cool, when i do don’t holler at slimmy
cause this could be the realest sh-t i ever wrote
man was 15 real hungry, started selling dope
in the flats with the cats, tryna get the dough
tell them see you later if your friends want any let me know
i know that i can do better though
put the pen to paper while i’m puffing on a pengus pole
lots of friends have snaked me, find it hard to let it go
i’m just tryna plant the seed and rap, and let it grow
might be l1cking out zeds, might be l1cking out keys
but this ain’t about you, it’s about me
give a f-ck about any man, i say that proudly
everywhere i look there’s snakes everywhere around me
smoke loud loudly, everything’s cloudy
i don’t give a f-ck about anyone who doubts me
favor ? the ammi? if it’s money better shout me
why they tryna judge me when they know nothing about me
you bl–dy c-nt said a blunt with a rizla in my mouth that be filled up with skunk
you can find me at the back if there’s money at the front
cause i’m just here to rap, i ain’t here to f-cking stunt
i’m not here to impress n0body, not a gang look i rep n0body
not a g-ngb-nger, i never pressed that shotty
but i move food hands, never met that trolly
it’s true what they say about friends with one hand
you really gotta think, when sh-t hits the fan
who’s gonna let you fall, who’s gonna help you stand
can’t feed anyone that won’t help the fam
i’ve took losses, took profit
look i’ve been up and down, look i’m real
you just gotta understand
i’m just here to spit facts, i ain’t here to f-ck around
yo, i ain’t here to f-ck around

- swarve slim lyrics

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