Correction Lyrics R3al Boii Big Money by Yhung T.O.

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It ain't sh*t if Bracy ain't make it

Before the sun shine, it come rain, girl, I was raised up in this game
Even though we all grow, I hope you still remain the same
I pour this pain up in this Simply, I'm just simply full of pain
She wonderin' how I got aim and nevеr stepped foot in the rangе
When you sign up for this life, it's a fine print you gotta check
In this sh*t, you gotta be prepared to die for your respect
I know it's hard to understand, but I just hope you comprehend
I got it tatted on my arm, I'll live and die about that land
But I was wonderin' can you tell me if I'm wrong for tryna live
I know times been gettin' harder, it feel like somethin' gotta give
And if it don't, is you gon' take that sacrifice? Is you gon' make it?
And say grace? I had to go and put some food up on that plate
I be in and out of state, I be in and out the way
Police trippin' in my city 'cause they know a n***a face
And they gon' go all in this whip if they run a n***a plates
And I ain't runnin' from no n***a, I be runnin' to this cake
On the gang

Torn in between, can't seem to see it's real
How you say you love me, but don't show it? Is it fake or real?
I'm crazy about you, no, I can't hide it, it's just how I feel
I'm a real boy with big money, still ain't signed a deal
Torn in between on should I leave or stay, you pushin' me away
So many reasons to leave me, but every time you stay
Keep it real with me and I'm gon' keep it real with you
Just need you to keep it real
Got some sh*t on your mind, well, baby, tell me how you feel
I missed the lesson of love, I was too caught up in the field
Target practice on a sucker block, was tryna get a kill
We really drill, been thuggin', now we tryna touch a mill'
We independent, we ain't tryna sign no deal, and that's real
I'm tryna rap, but system steady on my back
Like f**k the boys, they f**kin' with us 'cause we black
Contributin' to the crime rate even though it's black on black
Hate to kill my own kill, but you gon' die 'fore I get smacked
Never wanted to be noticed, always tucked up in the back
But when it's war, I'm frontline, and that attention with the strap
And she always tell me that she wanna leave me
Wanna let her go, but I can't, that pu**y so Fiji
High off these drugs, told her I love her, hope she ain't believe me
Asked for a kiss, now on YouTube the only time she see me

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