For Real - Trapboy Freddy

DJ Chose

For real, for real

For real, for real

Put my gang in the sky 'cause I real for real

Throw my gang up in the sky 'cause I real for real (For real)

All these niggas with me slide, yeah, we steal for real (For real)

When you comin' where I’m from, it’s either death or kill (Kill)

And that lil' money ain’t changin' shit, bitch, I’m thuggin' still

I got that sack for real (For real), I got that strap for real (For real)

Those thirties real, I can get you clapped for real

Trappin' hard on Monday, gotta pay these bills

You know I’m duckin' still, you know I’m up for real

You know I’m up for real, I’m up like Uncle Phil

I used to want an M, now I want another M

Comin' where I’m from, you either gon' rob or steal

You the man when you ride big wheels, but I could still get you hit still

I get you tucked for real, it’s just what it is

I get you fucked for real, fuck how you feel

I gotta keep the steel, too many my niggas gettin' killed

I can’t believe this real, still can’t believe that I’m here

Remember I was broke, now I ball up out the gym

I’m above the rim, I can’t even see 'em

Yeah, we used to steal, but all I wrote is real

No, we not like them, and this before the deal

Throw my gang up in the sky 'cause I real for real (For real)

All these niggas with me slide, yeah, we steal for real (For real)

When you comin' where I’m from, it’s either death or kill (Kill)

And that lil' money ain’t changin' shit, bitch, I’m thuggin' still

I got that sack for real (For real), I got that strap for real (For real)

Those thirties real, I can get you clapped for real

Trappin' hard on Monday, gotta pay these bills

You know I’m duckin' still, you know I’m up for real

I’m black and proud like Michael Blackson

Still bad like Michael Jackson

Quarter milli' hit up in the mattress

Apartment niggas, still’ll hit an actress

Rockstar jeans, don’t sag now

Trap nigga, bust a bag down

Hustle hard like a Mexican, nigga

This trap shit got the best of nigga

No, you not like me

I’m still the man in the white tee

If rappin' don’t work, we gon' get us a load off

No, you can’t doze off

I’m the shit for real, been the shit for real

Been in the streets for years

Past the streets, it’s real

This trap shit real, vacuum seal

Rappin' low-key, watch the po-po

She jumped ship, that was a low blow

When I say young money, I don’t mean Lil Wayne 'dem

Two fingers in the air, a nigga pinky hang down

Throw my gang up in the sky 'cause I real for real (For real)

All these niggas with me slide, yeah, we steal for real (For real)

When you comin' where I’m from, it’s either death or kill (Kill)

And that lil' money ain’t changin' shit, bitch, I’m thuggin' still

I got that sack for real (For real), I got that strap for real (For real)

Those thirties real, I can get you clapped for real

Trappin' hard on Monday, gotta pay these bills

You know I’m duckin' still, you know I’m up for real