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• Artiste: Freeway
• Titre: Real Shit
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How can you niggas even question this, huh, huh? I'm a mother fucking perfectionist Huh, huh, weak raps, we kill'em nine lines Fuck these cats, we kill'em nine times The dogs is on alert, so be aware If you niggas plan on making it to the top, I see you there! And since the industry ain't being fair You gotta be yo own machine, up incomers be prepared Fuck these niggas, I'll take them alive I'll raise hell, get 'em a casket and take 'em to God These for my nigga shackled up that's taking a ride Shooting back at the LAW taking a trial We got the white weed and water, we're taking immortals Gotta be consistent, try to balance while I'm raising my daughter Drinking liquor with my niggas in the hood up to no good Sipping Barney, shooting dice fuck your bitches, burn the woods Rob the banks and run that dirty money, nigga! Just like an eagle getting birdie money, huh AKOP I'm blow a couple of banks I just wanna fuck one time, you go right back and love yo man And these young niggas know they can't fuck around when I get on my shit A long way from my shit, drop it then hop on my dick They say who better, say who better, yeah you're fucking crazy Grown man up in this booth, you're just a fucking baby Uh, How can fucking niggas question me I'm the chef, I cook it up, I got the recipe Locksmith after the flip, I got an extra key Blow sick and fuck around and be the death for me! These haters wanna rifle me These feds wanna indite me Nor the niggas wanna like me Like I'm reaper, but I got my deserts eagal, come and get me Don't let me! Get the dropout ill empty The whole clip on niggas, super soak them like a jet ski We are definitely on that job 24/7 Like a factory, your mouth runs 24/7 like a track meet I got more money, more weapons And it sound like heaven whenever me and the track meet Flow strong athlete, go long, go strong Go hard pro active just like I had acne Instead of trying to clique with me, these niggas try to clap me. Instead of trying to sit with me, these niggas try to splat me They're trying to get at me, never let 'em over lap me They can't out rap me, can't out class me Getting money off music bastard, we are... With this chick name Cassie, fuck a doggie like lassie Leave our ass ashy, leave Her calf muscle strampy Cause she ride me like a banshee, but she still look fancy But we're still crooks, we see dough we get and she fuck I sound like those fuck niggas that try to jam me but back to business, back to rapping for the family We are like Tim Allen, keep tools handy Don't stay polished so we visit islands I'm critically a claimed dominator for a Grammy, lets go!