CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : I Really...
Uh, from a city, if you want 'em, guns'll hit yo' off switch (Hit yo' off switch)
Plotted out then hit the backdoor and let yo' dog sin
Real n***as live forever, racks get yo' throat split (Uh)
Them hoes gon' be hoes, sh*t, they'll f**k yo' close kin
Might put a couple holes in 'em with this four-nick (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
F**k beefing over hoes, n***a, that's some ho sh*t (That's some ho sh*t)
I used to wrap up bricks, tell the vix' I'm Saint Nick (Uh)
This time is for the gusto, n***a, I'm all in (I'm all in)
My n***a been online, what I've been logged in
This a marathon and you got show in (Word?)
To get the bag right, I take a loss risk
Bet I check my stash, my sh*t flawless
I really live that life, I ain't just talkin'
I really got brothers who in a coffin
I rеally play the rearview whеn I'm parkin'
I really got a cougar like Ms. Parker
My youngin' really kill like, "What's my target?"
Learned from my losses, cold world got me heartless
From the dirty but I'm flossin'
Humble but still a monster
Never trust a soul, them n***as talkin' through the wire
The streets say they need that real sh*t, I'm they supplier
I ain't into reading comments 'cause I'm from the bottom where most n***as might get shot up
The neighbors want us locked up
The judge want us boxed up
Child of the ghetto like G-Dep but I'm God's son
Can't take none of my n***as to the Grammys, they might rob some'
I really ben through sh*t I could've died from
I really sold that sh*t the fiends get high from
I really been that n***a, n***a's actin' like I'm lyin' or somethin'
Lately I been feelin' like point 'em out, line 'em up
I really got the game from my mama, I'm her only son
Been through the struggle, you ain't the only one
Shot up the projects, what the homie done (Baow, baow)
I raped the game like it owe me some'
I air it out, sh*t, you don't know me, son (You don't know me, son)
Trial and error, my n***a
Good sense forever, my n***a
Growth
Plotted out then hit the backdoor and let yo' dog sin
Real n***as live forever, racks get yo' throat split (Uh)
Them hoes gon' be hoes, sh*t, they'll f**k yo' close kin
Might put a couple holes in 'em with this four-nick (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
F**k beefing over hoes, n***a, that's some ho sh*t (That's some ho sh*t)
I used to wrap up bricks, tell the vix' I'm Saint Nick (Uh)
This time is for the gusto, n***a, I'm all in (I'm all in)
My n***a been online, what I've been logged in
This a marathon and you got show in (Word?)
To get the bag right, I take a loss risk
Bet I check my stash, my sh*t flawless
I really live that life, I ain't just talkin'
I really got brothers who in a coffin
I rеally play the rearview whеn I'm parkin'
I really got a cougar like Ms. Parker
My youngin' really kill like, "What's my target?"
Learned from my losses, cold world got me heartless
From the dirty but I'm flossin'
Humble but still a monster
Never trust a soul, them n***as talkin' through the wire
The streets say they need that real sh*t, I'm they supplier
I ain't into reading comments 'cause I'm from the bottom where most n***as might get shot up
The neighbors want us locked up
The judge want us boxed up
Child of the ghetto like G-Dep but I'm God's son
Can't take none of my n***as to the Grammys, they might rob some'
I really ben through sh*t I could've died from
I really sold that sh*t the fiends get high from
I really been that n***a, n***a's actin' like I'm lyin' or somethin'
Lately I been feelin' like point 'em out, line 'em up
I really got the game from my mama, I'm her only son
Been through the struggle, you ain't the only one
Shot up the projects, what the homie done (Baow, baow)
I raped the game like it owe me some'
I air it out, sh*t, you don't know me, son (You don't know me, son)
Trial and error, my n***a
Good sense forever, my n***a
Growth
