FrFr - Trae Tha Truth, Lil Durk

For real, for real

For real, for real

Countin' money, count the hard

Got me feelin' like a star

Niggas wanna see me scored

So I got something in the car

Way too many niggas fraud

Hatin' me like it’s a joke

I’ll be damned if I get rolled

Cuz I’m a send they ass to God

For real (for real)

For real, for real, for real (for real)

For real, for real, for real (for real)

For real, for real, for real (for real)

For real, for real, for real

Niggas hate I got it locked

In these streets they say I’m hot

Bein' real a' get you got

Probably something that you’re not

I just got another Glock

Tell the plug I need another block

And I don’t fuck with niggas

Niggas get you popped

That’s why I’m on the block wit hundreds and a stock

Who they tryna block?

I tell them I ain’t fo' it

Play it like I’m Curry, how could you ignore it

Hatin' got you booked, if Stephen King had wrote it

Me I’m doin' me, it’s something that’s important

I rep for Houston like Whitney nigga

Boy N Da Hood, ain’t no Ricky nigga

Try to picture what Audemar fit me nigga

Might just buy the whole spot cuz I’m picky nigga

Me and

He make a call I’m jumpin' out my body

Somebody get hit we like Illuminati

We push it and kick it like we do karate

Now who they gon' try

Tell them to fly and I can get’em the crash

better get your cash

Fuck nigga cut it, I ain’t talkin grass

I’m from a place where shit get hard

Everybody out wanna be stars

One on my waist, and got one in the car

Ain’t no fear, tryin' not to get scored

Want some millions, turn out some hard

Fuck niggas it’s a full time job

Slip up, might turn up robbed

Pissed off now I’m talking to God

For real (for real)

For real, for real, for real (for real)

For real, for real, for real (for real)

For real, for real, for real (for real)

For real, for real, for real

Realist nigga nothin' less

I’m the streets and you a guest

All that hatin' got you stressed

Bitch hate on me and get ya pressed

I just got my sack up on everybody

Might pull up trippin with everybody

Clear the block and my clip out on everybody

Not a Migo but Takeoff on everybody

Ain’t no time to try to talk and finesse

Disrespect and I’ll be at yo' address

If I go to work, I’ll bring it right to yo desk

Ain’t no H and O I take it right to you chest

Let you make it nigga, how?

You only trap what I allow

King wit it nigga, bow

Fuck next I was now

Fuck with the Truth and shit get out of hand

If we don’t lock up I take it to your man

Do what I want all day I have a plan

I’m from the west I get you where you stand

Sick of niggas playin foul

Teach a nigga like a lecture

Run a chopper 'til it catch ya

Might just end up on a stretcher

Countin' money, count the hard

Got me feelin' like a star

Niggas wanna see me scored

So I got something in the car

Way too many niggas fraud

Hatin' me like it’s a joke

I’ll be damned if I get rolled

Cuz I’m a send they ass to God

For real (for real)

For real, for real, for real (for real)

For real, for real, for real (for real)

For real, for real, for real (for real)

For real, for real, for real